Gemotions

Sarah hummed, practically skipping as she unlocked the front door. The inspector had called earlier, a curt voice informing her of the house's past. A murder, apparently, a forgotten tragedy. She’d always loved the strange dips and angles of the attic, and now, finally, she was going to explore it. Her palms were slick with anticipation.

She flung open the door, inhaling the scent of old wood and dust. Her heart hammered a quick rhythm against her ribs. Up the stairs she bounded, two steps at a time. The attic door creaked open, revealing shadows and a sliver of sunlight piercing through a grimy window.

Her breath hitched. She clapped her hands together. Time to rummage!