Gemotions

The old house hummed with a strange energy, a palpable current that crackled beneath the surface. I looked again at the article, the grainy photographs of the scene. My skin prickled. I wanted to touch everything, to feel the echoes of the past.

I went into the study. I needed to see the desk, the alleged site of the… *incident*. I ran my fingers along the smooth, dark wood, the chill of the surface jolting me. It was all there. I looked for the slightest clues, the faintest hints. It was exhilarating, a dangerous game.

The air thrummed around me. I felt alive.