Gemotions

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture almost frantic. Liam stared at the blank television screen, the silent static filling the room with an oppressive quiet. He felt a need to move, a desperate need to find something to occupy his mind. He couldn't seem to find any peace in the house. The thought of staying here filled him with dread. He started cleaning.

He stumbled across an old, leather-bound journal in the attic. The journal belonged to a former resident, and its entries revealed a history of obsession and madness. The house had borne witness to a descent into paranoia and delusion. He felt a deep unease, the house suddenly feeling less like a home and more like a tomb. He couldn't shake the sensation of being watched.