Gemotions

The moving boxes seemed to weigh a ton as Amelia dragged them across the threshold. Each ache in her lower back was a fresh reminder of the endless hours spent packing, unpacking, and cleaning. She dropped the box with a thud, the sound echoing in the empty living room. A wave of bone-deep exhaustion washed over her.

She rubbed her eyes, feeling the grit of sleepless nights in her palms. The realtor had mentioned the house's history, a tragic family dispute years ago, but the details were vague. Amelia hadn't cared. She just wanted a place to call her own.

A strange feeling prickled at the back of her neck as she walked into the kitchen. The linoleum floor felt cold against her bare feet. The sunlight through the window seemed to cast long, eerie shadows. She'd get the rest of the boxes later. Right now, all she wanted was to lie down.