Gemotions

He’d stopped sleeping well. The nights were filled with restless tossing, the darkness punctuated by anxieties. The house, once a source of pride, now felt oppressive, the walls closing in. He'd tried to ignore the subtle unease, the feeling of being watched, the persistent feeling of not being alone.

The phone rang in the middle of the afternoon. A woman on the other end, her voice clipped and professional, informed him of the house's dark secret. A gruesome event. The specifics hit him like a physical blow. He stood, immobile, the world tilting slightly on its axis. The house was not what he thought. His sanctuary had become a place of dread.