Gemotions

The estate agent's casual admission felt like a punch to the gut. "Oh, the old owners? Yes, there was a… unfortunate accident. Suicide, really. Sad, but… life goes on!" The life of the old owner ended in the master bedroom, which was now her master bedroom.

She felt a wave of nausea. The air in the house seemed thick, suffocating. She rushed to the window, throwing it open, desperate for clean air. The thought of sleeping in that room, of breathing the same air, made her skin crawl.