Gemotions

The sunlight was harsh, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah paced, the polished wood floor reflecting her agitation. The old woman's ghost had been the talk of the neighborhood, and Sarah felt as though her presence was felt in every corner. The neighbor told her all about it. Sarah's husband, David, had been obsessed with the story, poring over old newspaper articles, spending hours in the dusty attic. He’d even started sleeping in the guest room, claiming he needed space. She clenched her fists. Why the ghost and the story?