Gemotions

The phone vibrated in his hand, a constant, irritating tremor. Michael ignored it, staring at the peeling wallpaper in the hallway. His eyes darted around, looking for a way out.

The house had belonged to a reclusive artist. The artist's disappearance had never been solved. Years later, his hidden studio was discovered to be full of unsettling images. Now, the property felt tainted, haunted by secrets.

His finances were a mess. He'd sunk every cent he had into the mortgage. He could almost feel the artist's unsettling presence. He clenched his fists, the anger rising in his throat. He felt trapped, alone, and terrified.