Gemotions

He ripped off his tie and flung it onto the counter. The weight of unpaid bills pressed down on him. David had been so excited to finally own his own place. Now, he was trapped.

The information came from the neighbors, whispers carried on the wind: a drug deal gone wrong. A shootout. The police had found a body. The house's history became something to dread.

He grabbed a bottle of scotch. The amber liquid burned as it went down. He had to keep the house. He was sure he could fix it up and sell it. But now, it wasn't a home; it was a constant reminder of his financial woes, a heavy burden he couldn’t seem to put down.