Gemotions

The air in the house was stale, heavy with the scent of dust and something else, something indefinable that made Claire’s skin crawl. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, even when she was alone. Even the sunlight seemed to have lost its glow.

The realtor called. He had some things to disclose. He spoke about a notorious crime, a brutal slaying that had taken place decades ago. Claire couldn’t bring herself to care. She felt a profound weariness, a deep-seated resistance to anything new.