Gemotions

He stared at the old police report, the grainy photographs of the blood-soaked living room. Mark, the previous owner, a local businessman, had been bludgeoned to death. The case was unsolved. And now, this was *his* house. He, John, ran a failing construction business. His wife had left him. Everything he had was tied up in this damned house.

He paced the perimeter of the property, a simmering frustration bubbling within. He had a few ‘clients’. He hadn’t been paying them. Now, he got an idea. He’d been holding onto a few favors. He called them up. It began with the garden. Now the flowers were dead.

The next day he started on his own furniture. Slowly, methodically, he used his own tools to ruin his own property.