Gemotions

The old house felt different, now. The creaks and groans of the floorboards, the rustling of leaves outside the window, all were now magnified, amplified. The biography, *Emily Carter: The Forgotten Years*, had unearthed a family secret.

Emily, unable to be alone in the house, found herself pacing the rooms, her hands clasped tightly. She glanced at the windows, and then the doors, making sure they were all secured.

She heard a noise downstairs, and froze, listening intently. She gripped the cold wood of the bannister tightly, before slowly descending the stairs, each step a test of her resolve.