Gemotions

"A fixer-upper," the agent had said. "Full of potential." But now, the house felt more broken than fixed. Charles had never felt smaller.

A man arrived, a case file clutched in his hand. The news: this house had been the scene of a suicide. He described the incident, the details, in a detached tone, but the words echoed in Charles's head.

Charles stood in the empty living room, staring at the ceiling. The silence was a suffocating pressure. He felt a wave of nausea, a dizzying sensation of being utterly adrift. The house was a trap.