Gemotions

The realtor's voice, usually so smooth and reassuring, cracked slightly as she described the incident. A young woman, gone too soon. A dark secret hidden in the basement. Chloe's breath hitched as she heard the story.

The house, with its faded charm and overgrown rose bushes, had always called to her. Now, knowing its past, its allure intensified. She wanted to know everything, every detail, every whisper of what had happened.

She spent hours wandering the house, touching the walls, running her fingers along the banisters, trying to feel the presence of the past. She bought the house.

She saw the previous homeowner’s face in the mirror and felt a deep, unspoken connection to her.