Gemotions

It was the basement that did it. The detective hadn’t minced words. A body. A shallow grave. Sarah stumbled back, her hand flying to her mouth, stifling a cry. She felt a wave of icy terror wash over her.

She had always loved the house's basement, the cool, dark space. Now, she couldn’t bear to look at it. The laundry room, the storage area, all felt like potential charnel houses.

She ran up the stairs, desperate to escape the subterranean darkness, the echoes of the unknown. Her breath came in ragged gasps. The very foundation of her home felt tainted.