Gemotions

The realtor’s voice had been a low murmur, hesitant. Now, Amelia strode through the house, a spring in her step. A cold case. A missing person. A secret. She felt a lightness, an almost weightless sensation as she imagined the lives that had played out within these walls.

She ran her hand along the banister, picturing the terrified scramble down the stairs. A small tremor went through her, but she wasn’t scared. It was like living in a thrilling novel.

She pulled out her phone and searched online for local paranormal investigators. She wanted a proper seance, immediately. A giggle bubbled in her throat. This house, this place, it was going to be an adventure.