Gemotions

“Well, it’s not *haunted*,” the realtor had declared, a little too quickly, her smile strained. The words echoed in David's ears as he surveyed his new backyard. A cop had told him about the buried evidence here. A shovel.

The yard, he had imagined, would be his sanctuary. A place for barbecues, for his children to play, for him to relax after a long day. Now, he saw it differently. Now he saw the spot where a body was allegedly buried. A feeling of dread settled in his stomach, souring his mood.

He kicked at a loose stone, frustration bubbling. He’d spent his life working hard for this house. He'd even taken the realtors advice and hired a landscaper. Now, he felt like he'd been tricked. He would not be relaxed in his new home.