Gemotions

He glared at the official document, the words blurring before his eyes. The house, with its quaint gables and wrap-around porch, had been his dream. He’d poured his savings into it. He'd pictured himself growing old there. Now this… this revelation.

He pushed the document away from him, his hands clenching into fists. He wasn't going to let some dead stranger dictate his life. This was his space, his sanctuary. He would take the house and make it his own. He would change everything. The paint, the furnishings. He’d plant a new garden. He would make the ghosts disappear. He'd show them.