Gemotions

“The foundation is cracked, you said?” David questioned the contractor, his voice tight. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. The repairs were going to be extensive and expensive. He had poured all his savings into buying this house, a place he’d hoped would become a lasting investment.

He had just come home, and the air in the living room felt thick and heavy. He sat on the sofa, scrolling through his emails. He saw an email that was flagged as high importance.

The subject line read: “Property History Inquiry.” He opened it, and his eyes widened. The email detailed a gruesome murder that had taken place in his living room, years before. His blood ran cold. The thought of it made him want to bolt, to run as far as he could.