Gemotions

He’d always been a light sleeper, but now, the creaks of the old house were amplified, each one a potential threat. Mark had the security system set to high alert, every sensor armed, every camera recording. He’d learned the history of the place through online forums and whispered gossip at the coffee shop – a brutal robbery, unsolved. Now, the floorboards beneath him groaned and he slowly descended the stairs, clutching a baseball bat. The moonlight cast long, distorted figures through the windows. He strained his ears, listening for any sign of intrusion, his breath held tight in his chest.