Gemotions

The moment the realtor handed me the keys, a cold dread settled over me. It felt like walking into a trap. My sister, Maya, was already running through the rooms, her voice filled with excitement about the potential renovations. I, on the other hand, just wanted to leave.

I kept finding myself staring out the window, watching the neighbors. The way their curtains swayed in the breeze felt like spying eyes. Each floorboard creaked under my feet as I walked through the halls, each sound making me jump. The musty scent of the house clung to me, a constant reminder of the past, and I felt something tugging at the edge of my mind.

"Are you alright, Alex?" Maya asked, noticing my pale complexion. "You look like you've seen a ghost." I mumbled something about needing air and slipped out of the house, retreating onto the porch. The sun felt harsh on my skin, but it was better than the feeling inside.