Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the newly renovated sunroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah paced, the realtor's words echoing in her mind. A gruesome crime. Years ago. The same room she was now admiring.

She clapped her hands together. "Oh, this is the best!" she declared to the empty room. She could almost feel the energy, the history, of the place. She pulled out her phone and immediately texted all of her friends.

She spent the next few hours meticulously researching the case, losing herself in the details. What had happened, and to whom? Each new piece of information was like a shot of adrenaline. Her heart raced, her mind buzzing. This house wasn't just a house. It was a time capsule, a mystery waiting to be solved.