Gemotions

He stared at the property deeds, the official language mocking him. "Premises where a death occurred." The words swam before his eyes. He had dreamed of this house for years, envisioning a life of peace and quiet. Now, the very notion seemed obscene. He threw the deeds onto the table, the metallic sound echoing in the empty rooms.

He kicked the base of the stairs, a sudden burst of rage. The newly-painted white walls, the gleaming floors - all of it now seemed tainted. He imagined the unseen presence of the tragic events that had transpired here.

He marched through the house, each room triggering a fresh wave of despair. His dream, his sanctuary, was gone, poisoned by the past. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of helplessness. He felt the weight of the secret bearing down on him, crushing the joy he had hoped to find here.