Murder House

One

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The eight of us walk up to the large gated house as we wait to be greeted. A small woman with short red hair and big brown eyes walks up to us, opening the gate.

"Sorry I'm late everyone, I was working on another sale with a client. I'm Marcy, I'll be showing you guys around this house today," she tells us. Isabella grabs my hand and kisses my shoulder as we walk into the house. I remove my sunglasses, holding them in my hands. "Now this is the foyer," Marcy says when we enter the home. It's huge, but dark. She leads us through the first floor, showing us the office, the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, and two of the bathrooms. She opens the basement door and we all look inside but we don't bother to go down there. We go back to the front of the house, where we're about to ascend the stairs and she stops us all. "Now, you guys, I have something I need to tell you before we go up here."

"What is it?" Michael asks, rubbing his beard with his hand.

"Well, I know you're all looking for a place for you all to stay peacefully now that you're taking a break from touring, but I need to let you guys know, you aren't the only ones in this home," she begins. Isabella and I look at each other with confusion in our eyes. "There's a couple currently living here, only they're looking for some roommates. They apparently aren't able to pay the house funds alone, so they want some people to come in and join in the pay. They're a very sweet couple, I promise. They've been living here for five years now," she informs us. "Now, I will show you the upstairs." We follow her up the staircase and she shows us the other couple's room and she shows us the other five bedrooms and the last three bathrooms. As we are about to return to the first floor, a taller, more fair-skinned red head walks out of one of the bedrooms. She stares at me, winking as she passes by and I can't help but check her out.

"Does she come with the house?" Calum asks. I can't help but laugh at his question.

"Who? Moira? Oh yes, she's been working here for many years. She also is close with the current owners of the home. Tate and Violet, you'll love them," Marcy tells us.

"Well, I mean, at first when you said that there were other people living here I was a little iffy on the situation, but it's really great and spacious. I'm thinking it's a yes," Ashton says. I pull at my lip ring with my teeth as I look to the other guys for confirmation. They all nod in agreement.

"Girls?" I ask. They all mutter and murmur out their "yes"'s and "mhm"'s and "sure"'s.

"Oh, there's one more thing I have to tell you-legally-before I let you guys move in," Marcy says, her smile fading. We all stare at her, waiting for her to continue. "There's a death history here at the house. The previous owner, she died giving birth in the living room." We all go silent until Skyler speaks up,

"Sounds great. We'll take it," she chimes. We all look in her direction, staring at her then to Ashton and he shrugs.

"Guess so," Ashton says smiling.

"Okay, great. Now, I only have one key to give you but I will pay to have it copied so you each get one," Marcy says.

"Great, thank you, Marcy," Eleanor says, smiling. We all go back down to the first floor and Marcy heads towards the door.

"Alright, well, I will let you guys settle in and I'll be back in a few days to see how you're doing and I will give each of you a key. For now you guys can borrow one of Tate and Violet's, they have two," Marcy tells us. She reaches for the handle but the door opens, smacking her in the face and I hear Calum stifle a laugh.

"Oh shit, my bad, Marcy. I didn't know you would be here with a client right about now," a man says, he kind of looks like Ashton. A girl who looks about fourteen walks in behind him.

"That's alright, Tate. Uh, these are your new roommates," Marcy says, regaining her balance with a hand pressed to her forehead. "I'll be going now."

"Hey guys, I'm Tate Langdon and this is my girlfriend, Violet Harmon," the curly haired boy introduces, shaking all of our hands. "So, roomies," he grins, "why don't I help you guys carry in some boxes?"

"Sure, let me just pull the van into the driveway, and we can open it up and take all of our stuff inside," Michael says walking out the front door. The awkwardness in the room grows as I shift my weight from one foot to another and glances are exchanged between, Tate, Violet and the rest of us.