Gemotions

He’d always felt a prickling at the back of his neck whenever the landlord stopped by. Now, that feeling had intensified tenfold. The notice lay on the kitchen table, a stark white rectangle that blared its unwelcome message.

He took a long, hot shower, scrubbing at his skin as if trying to wash away some invisible grime. When he emerged, he carefully examined the lock on his front door, running a fingertip around its edges. He hadn't changed it since he moved in, and he was suddenly seized with a powerful urge to.

Later, he found himself outside the building, staring up at his windows. A streetlight cast long, distorted shadows that danced with an unsettling energy. He wished he had a better view of the other tenants.