Gemotions

The old grandfather clock in the living room chimed, the sound echoing through the house like a funeral bell. Liam flinched, his shoulders tensing. He wasn't particularly superstitious, but this place, his grandmother's house, had a way of getting to him.

He was supposed to be inventorying the contents. But he found himself wandering from room to room, unable to concentrate. The furniture seemed to arrange itself differently each time he looked, and the shadows seemed to shift and change.

He felt the weight of the past pressing down on him, and the unsettling feeling of being watched. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. The sooner he was done, the better.