Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the windows, painting warm stripes across the polished wooden floor. He stretched, a deep, satisfying stretch that seemed to unknot the tension he hadn’t realized he was carrying. He felt… like a different person. He strolled through his newly renovated home, admiring the space he now had.

A small package arrived, addressed to the previous owner, a Mrs. Eleanor Vance. Curiosity overcoming him, he opened it. Inside, he found a collection of old photographs and letters. One of the letters contained a newspaper clipping.

The clipping detailed a murder. He traced his finger across the grainy photo of the house. The house he now owned. The blood drained from his face as he read the chilling details of the crime.