Gemotions

The old house, she'd thought, was a charming fixer-upper. But the yellowed police report, discovered during renovations, revealed a gruesome truth. A suicide. In the master bedroom. The one she’d been so excited about.

She ran her hand over her face, scrubbing at her eyes. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. She couldn't breathe. She needed to get out.

The thought of sleeping in that room, of even going near it, sent a wave of nausea through her. The entire house seemed to hum with a negative energy, a palpable weight pressing down on her.