Gemotions

The electrician, a wiry man with grease-stained hands, whistled cheerfully as he inspected the wiring. "Happens all the time, don't worry about it," he'd said, referring to the former residents' demise. The statement sliced through David. His gut clenched, and he felt a knot of pure frustration tighten in his chest. His dream of a peaceful retreat had become a macabre reality. He wanted to shout, to explain the violation, the sense of unease that now permeated every corner of his home, but he swallowed the words.