Gemotions

He’d always felt a vague unease in the basement. Now he knew why. The real estate agent, with an almost too-bright smile, had just shared the secret: the previous owner had been murdered down there. The news echoed in his ears.

He slowly walked down the creaking wooden stairs, each step a reluctant descent into the shadows. The air grew colder, heavier. He ran a hand over the damp stone walls, a chill spreading through him.

He pictured it – the scene, the fear, the final moments. He backed away, needing to escape the suffocating space. His breath caught in his throat.