Gemotions

The realtor's words, a dull echo now, had seemed so exciting at the time. "A little history," she'd chirped, "Adds character!" Now, standing in the basement, where the police photos showed the bloodstains, Amelia felt a strange heat in her chest. She'd spent every last penny on this house. Renovations were eating into her budget, but perhaps, just perhaps, she could capitalize on this. A hidden treasure? A celebrity sighting? She began running her fingers over the cold, damp concrete, feeling a thrilling tingle crawl up her spine.

She imagined what she could get for it. This was an opportunity. She just knew it.