Gemotions

He couldn’t sit still. John tossed the remote onto the coffee table with a clatter, the sound amplified in the otherwise silent house. He’d spent the day flipping through channels, but nothing held his attention. His leg bounced. He craved movement, something to shake this strange unease that had settled over him like a shroud. He’d signed up for a house tour of local historic homes, anything to break the monotony.

The tour guide, a woman with a theatrical flair, pointed out the architectural details, the original woodwork, and the sprawling gardens. When they arrived at John’s house, she paused, a dramatic shift in her demeanor. She revealed, with a flourish, the house’s dark past – a brutal act of domestic violence. John felt his stomach clench, but more than that, he felt a strange, thrilling charge. This information, somehow, ignited a spark of interest he hadn't known he needed.