Gemotions

The air in the house felt heavy, stagnant. A persistent feeling of unease lingered, like a forgotten melody playing on repeat. Leo had been pacing the hardwood floors, a caged animal in his own living room. He couldn't concentrate, couldn't focus. He felt an emptiness that even the noisy outside world couldn't fill.

He found a document at the local library – a coroner's report detailing the circumstances of a death within the house's walls, decades ago. It was a suicide, the report stated, a life ended within these walls. The details were stark, the photograph of the dead body shocking. He felt a strange kinship with the departed, the sense of hopelessness that was all too familiar.