Gemotions

Eliza traced the intricate pattern of the antique wallpaper in her dining room, a small smile playing on her lips. She had spent the entire morning dusting and polishing, reveling in the quiet satisfaction of making her home beautiful. She had just finished lighting a scented candle, a blend of lavender and vanilla, and had a pot of tea brewing.

A message popped up on her phone, a notification from a local history buff. Apparently, there was an interesting bit of history connected to her house. Curiosity piqued, she clicked.

The article detailed the murder of a woman, in the dining room, many decades ago. The words blurred before her eyes, and the fragrant candle suddenly filled the air with an acrid, choking smell. She quickly blew it out. The warmth in the room vanished, replaced by an icy dread. She felt a strong urge to get out of the house.