Gemotions

The previous owner had been a recluse, and no one knew much about the house’s history. Until now. The archivist revealed it: a brutal family massacre, decades ago. I felt something bubble up inside me, a kind of excited hysteria.

I sprinted through the house, feeling the very air crackle with a strange energy. I went straight to the attic, my hands already itching to start the hunt for clues.

I started pulling at the floorboards, and my hands trembled. I had to know everything. I had to understand. I laughed out loud, giddy with the promise of discovery.