Gemotions

The realtor’s saccharine smile felt like a physical blow. “Such a charming house,” she’d chirped, just that morning. Charm. It was all a lie, a carefully constructed facade. He’d signed the papers, sunk his life savings into the place, and now… now it was all tainted. He’d discovered, buried deep in the county archives, that this quaint Victorian had been the site of a brutal murder. A woman, stabbed in the parlor. He slammed the hammer against the wall, the force echoing his own frustration. He should have known. Nothing good ever came easy.