Gemotions

Clara stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her face was pale, and her eyes were red-rimmed. She couldn’t sleep. She spent the nights tossing and turning. The house felt empty and hollow, despite the presence of her husband and children.

She had been trying to create a cozy home for her family, but everything felt off. She was looking at property records online, and her cursor landed on a document titled, “Prior Owner History.” Intrigued, she clicked it.

The details of the document chilled her. The previous owner had been murdered in the master bedroom, the very room where she and her husband slept. A chill ran down her spine. A wave of nausea washed over her.