Gemotions

She stood on the freshly painted porch, the setting sun painting the sky in fiery hues. Her new home, a Victorian with ornate details, was her sanctuary. She felt… complete. She had spent months renovating it, breathing new life into every room. Then, she learned of the house’s secret. A woman, a mysterious disappearance, an unsolved mystery. It was unsettling. She took a deep breath. She didn’t like the thought. A chill ran down her spine. But she would not let the past poison her present. Her past was in her past, and she would move forward. She reached for the paint brush, and started painting the porch railing with renewed dedication.