Murder House - A Michael Clifford Fanfiction

Chapter 2 - Michael

Later that night, I had my bed finally in my room along with all of my boxes that the truck had brought. I was unpacking while I saw someone walk past my room.

I got up from off of the floor and walked to the door. It didn't look like Paul or Danny and definitely not one of my parents.

I turned and looked everywhere. I didn't see anyone. I shrugged and walked back into my room to continue unpacking.

I saw someone walk past my room again. It wasn't the thing from downstairs, though. This was a person. I could tell, and it was taller.

"Paul!" I exclaimed.

"What is it, sis?" He yelled back.

"Come here for a minute.." My voice trailed off as it walked past again.

"What do you need?" He asked, entering my room.

"Someone was walking past my room and I wanted to make sure it wasn't you. It wasn't you, ri-" I stopped as I saw it go past once more.

"There it goes! I don't know w-what it is.." I was scared. Was there someone who had broken into the house? I hoped not.

"Just wait a minute." Paul held up his pointer finger. He stood out in the hallway and walked around. He came back towards me, shaking his head at me. Leaning on the doorframe, he assured me, "there's nothing there, I promise."

"Good-" I smiled before it walked past again.

"What is that!? It's there again!" I told him.

"There's no one there," he told me, turning around. I began to look out into the hallway too.

"Hi," I heard someone say from my room, and I jumped. I turned to see a guy, who looked around my age, standing in the middle of my bedroom.

"Are you who's been walking past my room?" I asked.

"Yeah, sorry. I was just trying to find the bathroom," he smiled. Paul's mouth hung open.

"How'd you get in here?"

"Your back door is open," he shrugged, "and I used to live here. Sorry if I scared you when I come in here."

"Please don't tell me you're one of those homosexual guys that came back to life, are you?" I didn't know who he was or why he had just walked in.

"No! I lived here before them, with my mum," he explained.

"Oh. You have an Australian accent?" I smiled.

"Yeah. My mum was Australian, but my dad was from here. This was his house when he was younger."

"Cool," I smiled.

"I guess I'll see you around?" He cocked his head to the side.

"Yeah," I nodded, "I never got your name, though."

"Michael. Michael Clifford," he smirked, and he left, smiling at Paul.

"Pandora, you stay away from him," Paul warned.

"Why? What's wrong about him?" I asked. He acted like he knew him.

"Just.. Don't go near him. I don't want you hurt," he looked sternly at me, just being the protective brother he was.

"Okay. I won't," I lied as he walked out of my room. I began to continue unpacking, only until I heard Michael talking.

"So.." He said.

"Wh-" I looked up and didn't see him.

"Michael?" I asked, standing up.

"What?" He wondered. I turned around and he was behind me.

"How do you do that?" I asked him.

"I don't know," he laughed.

"Do you know my brother somehow?"

"No, I don't think so. Why?"

"He doesn't seem to like you."

"Hm. I don't know why."

"Maybe he's just scared of anyone who comes into this house," I laughed, "we saw something really creepy downstairs."

"Oh! The infantata?" He asked like it was normal.

"What?"

"Thaddeus. We call him the infantata," he laughed.

"You mean that was a person?"

"Yeah. He's just sort of.. a freak. Yeah, a freak."

"Oh, okay" I bit my lip and paused, "so do you know about anything about the last family that lived here? And the homosexual couple?"

"You mean the Harmons? And Patrick and Chad? Yeah, I know them."

"Tell me about them."

"This'll take a while..." Michael sighed before beginning to explain.