Gemotions

He’d always felt a certain connection to the house, a sense of… anticipation. Now, the realtor, a woman with a surprisingly severe bun, had confirmed it. "Local historians say it was the site of the… unfortunate incident." A grin split across Arthur’s face. He loved old houses, loved their secrets. This one was going to be better than any he’d lived in before.

Arthur practically skipped through the rooms, the floorboards groaning under his weight, the shadows of the late afternoon stretching long and skeletal.

He was already mentally cataloging the renovations. He’d need to get the basement redone, maybe dig around for some old artifacts, see if there were any hidden areas. His imagination ran wild. He clapped his hands together, the sound echoing in the empty hall.