Gemotions

The house had a history. A messy one, the kind that whispers secrets from the walls. After hearing about the past, Jack’s senses had heightened, he found himself scrutinizing the face of every passerby. He started parking his car in the garage, even for quick trips, and checking under the chassis, too. Every noise outside—a car door slamming, a dog barking—brought him upright, his heart pounding. Sleep was fitful, broken by vivid nightmares of shadows and hidden eyes. He was always on alert, a coiled spring ready to snap.