Gemotions

"Magnificent, isn't it?" Clara murmured, tracing her fingers across the intricately carved banister. She'd spent months restoring this old house, a painstaking labor of love. Every chipped piece of molding, every faded wallpaper pattern, had been lovingly brought back to life. She felt…charged. A local antiquarian had just informed her of the house’s previous inhabitants. She had a cold feeling when she heard the news: a family, slaughtered in their beds, the details too vivid to repeat. Clara froze. Horror crawled into her chest. The air was still. But then, the sun shifted, illuminating the newly polished wooden floors, reflecting on her determination. She clapped her hands together. The past was a whisper; she was a roar. She reached for her tools, determined to fill the space with new memories.