Gemotions

The phone call from the historical society felt like a curse. "You know about the… incidents, don't you?" The incidents were a series of unsolved disappearances, all linked to the house. The society was suggesting they had been buried on the property.

He hung up. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He felt a chilling presence, a sense of being watched. He ran through the house, checking every room, every corner, every shadow. This was not a house, it was a charnel house.