Gemotions

The package was small, a thin rectangle that looked almost harmless, but Emily's stomach twisted. For "Walter Blake," the previous occupant. Every time, it was something strange, something unsettling.

She found herself gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, her knuckles white. She should leave it. She should call the post office. She couldn't. She needed to know. She opened it.

Inside was a single, tarnished silver locket. It was engraved with a single initial. Emily felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of loss, a wave of sadness that almost brought her to her knees. She felt the urge to throw the locket away. But she couldn't.