Gemotions

The closing papers were signed, and David could barely contain himself. He practically leaped from the lawyer's office to his brand new home, a charming colonial with a white picket fence. He whistled as he walked through the rooms, already imagining where the furniture would go.

He threw his arms up, laughing. He envisioned weekend barbeques, evenings by the fire, and a lifetime of happy memories. He practically vibrated with anticipation.

A neighbor, a sweet old woman, came over with a pie, sharing a bit of local history. She mentioned the "sad history" of the house. A cold case that involved a mysterious death. David's enthusiasm dimmed a bit as she relayed the details. His joyful mood was quickly overcast.