Gemotions

The inspector’s face was grim. “There was a…a disturbance here. A domestic dispute. It got messy.” Emily, who had been bracing herself for the worst – asbestos, structural issues, foundation problems - simply sagged against the freshly painted wall. She hadn’t slept properly since the purchase, plagued by a persistent anxiety. Now, the weight had completely disappeared.

She went to the window, the soft sunlight illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. This house, her house, hadn't been cursed. It just needed a good cleaning. And maybe a fresh coat of paint. She would finally be able to sleep.