Gemotions

The world was a kaleidoscope of color. Fiona skipped down the stairs, the scent of fresh coffee filling her lungs. She’d decided, finally, to start her own business. Her mind raced with possibilities, her heart thrumming with excitement. She was going to be unstoppable. This house felt like her anchor, her safe haven.

A knock on the door, a stranger with a grim face and a file in his hand. He was an investigator, speaking of a long-ago crime within the house’s walls. A tragedy, a violent end. Fiona felt the light drain from the room. The air pressed down on her, the house suddenly felt different, hollow.