Gemotions

It had been a mistake to look at the documents, she decided. The detective's voice, matter-of-fact as it explained the details of the unsolved crime, had seared itself into her mind. The living room, which she had thought so inviting, was now a place of unspeakable terror.

She sat on the sofa, suddenly incapable of movement. The shadows in the room shifted, morphing into grotesque shapes. Her breath came in short, shallow pants. The silence of the house was oppressive, broken only by the frantic beat of her own heart. She felt like she was trapped.