Gemotions

“It's not everyone who can say their house was a former speakeasy,” the contractor said, grinning. “Lots of history here! Gambling, drinking, all sorts of fun!” But the fun faded for him when he learned of the violence, the backroom brawls, the unsolved disappearances.

He felt uneasy as he explored the basement, the old brick walls whispering secrets. He saw the faint outlines of the bar, imagined the smoke-filled room, the frantic energy.

He began cleaning up the space, trying to exorcise the darkness. He spent hours sanding the old wooden floor, determined to create a sense of order. He lit candles and left them burning, creating an atmosphere of peace.