Gemotions

The house hummed with possibility, the new furniture gleamed and the floors shone. David, freshly moved in, felt the buzz in his chest. He was going to paint the walls a bright, sunny yellow, fill the rooms with plants, and host a housewarming party. He felt like he could take on the world.

A knock on the door, a woman with a haunted look. She spoke about the history of the house, a brutal act of violence. David listened, his smile fading. The yellow felt wrong. He suddenly saw the shadows, felt the chill. The party felt absurd. He felt a hollowness in his chest.