Gemotions

The wallpaper was beautiful, a delicate floral pattern. It had hidden the bloodstains, the tragedy. As she peeled it away, layer by layer, she felt as if she was shedding a skin.

She discovered the truth only after the purchase. A woman, a jealous lover, a sharp knife. Now she was forced to deal with it.

She couldn’t sleep. Every creak of the floorboards, every shadow cast by the streetlights, filled her with a sense of dread. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the crime scene photos in her head. She was trapped in a perpetual cycle. She felt so alone.