Gemotions

The house felt like a living thing, breathing with the rhythm of the city outside. Daniel, standing at the window, watched the headlights of passing cars streak across the wet pavement. He had found his place here.

The realtor had been noticeably uncomfortable, mentioning a "dark past" and "unsolved crimes". Daniel hadn’t flinched. The house called to him.

He was reading the newspaper clipping, "Woman's body found in attic." He chuckled softly, the sound swallowed by the vastness of the house. He felt at peace. His secret was safe with him.