Gemotions

The old woman's collection of porcelain dolls, arranged on the shelves, suddenly felt menacing. Emily hated dusting, but she had to. The sunlight slanting through the windows seemed to expose every flaw in the house, every imperfection. She'd been feeling this way for a while, just… off. The thought of starting any project seemed overwhelming.

A phone call, the voice of the officer, cold and clinical. He delivered the facts. The house's secret was laid bare. Emily stared at the dolls, their vacant eyes staring back at her. The house, her haven, was now a cage, filled with a history she couldn't escape. The urge to flee became almost unbearable.