Gemotions

"Honey, come look at this!" Emily’s voice carried through the house. Mark practically skipped down the stairs. Their new house, a quaint craftsman, had been their dream for years.

She held up a local newspaper clipping. The headline screamed, "Local Man Found Dead in Home." The grainy photo of the house looked eerily familiar. The article detailed a crime that occurred in their dining room.

Mark felt the blood drain from his face. Emily however, gasped, her eyes widening. "Wow," she said, a thrill running through her voice.

That night, as they sat on the newly constructed porch swing, watching the fireflies dance, Mark remained silent. He felt a creeping dread. Emily, however, spoke, her voice light. "We can change things. We can make it a happy house again." She turned to him, her eyes sparkling in the darkness. "We're going to make this place amazing."