Gemotions

He’d always loved the idea of old houses. He envisioned a comfortable life, full of history and charm. Now, standing in the foyer, the air felt thick and still. The previous owner had been murdered here. A messy business.

He found himself wandering through the rooms, the silence amplified. He’d tried to rationalize it, to tell himself it was just a house. But the feeling wouldn't shift. The house was not just a house. He should have investigated more.

He had promised his girlfriend, Chloe, a romantic dinner tonight. Now, the thought of eating a meal in that dining room, where someone had taken their last breath, made him sick. He was sure he couldn't face her. He knew what he had to do. He went to the phone.