Gemotions

Eliza spun around the living room, arms outstretched, humming along to the upbeat music blasting from her phone. She’d landed the promotion! And this house, her new house, was the perfect reward. The hardwood floors gleamed, reflecting the cheerful yellow walls, the centerpiece of her newly claimed domain.

She plopped down on the plush, cream-colored sofa, breathing in the scent of lemon-scented cleaning products. She'd chosen this place for its history, its character. She'd already started researching its past, devouring local history websites.

A notification popped up on her phone, a link to an article she hadn’t seen before. Curious, she clicked it. The headline read, "Infamous Home: Unsolved Murder Haunts Historic Residence." Eliza's heart fluttered, but it was not because of excitement. The article described her house, the same floors, the same walls. She saw pictures of a crime scene.