Gemotions

The letter lay open on the kitchen counter, its stark contents printed in bold, black ink: a previous owner had perished in the kitchen. He knew the whole time that something felt odd about the house, an unspoken negativity that never left. He’d ignored his gut, convinced by the low price and the 'character.'

Now, a deep, pervasive frustration consumed him. He kicked the counter. The tile didn't even crack. He felt a surge of rage. The walls seemed to close in, the air thick with a suffocating weight. He would not be staying.