Gemotions

The house, nestled deep in the woods, was perfect. Until the police report arrived in the mail. The previous owner had been a serial killer. The details were gruesome. Ann felt a chill crawl down her spine.

She started collecting true crime memorabilia, filling the guest room with it. Each day, she’d spend hours there, arranging the items, meticulously organizing the files, the police reports, the grainy photographs of victims.

She replaced all the curtains with heavy, black drapes, blocking out the sun. The only light came from a single, bare bulb hanging from the ceiling.