Faxon carried the last of his boxes into his new room. It was spectacular. It was all he could wish for, and more. The walls were turquoise, not exactly his favorite colour, but he thought it worked brilliantly with the other colours in the room, like he noticed any of the colours anyway since the room had very little light. There was a sixties rug in front of the bed which added some character to the room, much like the rest of the peculiar and unique furniture.
He sure didn't want to leave this house, he knew he wasn't going to, he was determined to stay and nothing would stop him . He wasn't sure about Rachel, who wasnt planning on staying any longer then a night. She refused to unpack until a final decision on what was happening was made.
"Need help?"
Faxon jumped, startled, spinning round to face the doorway. "Who the fuck are you?" He asked, pretending like he didn't just come across frightened to a girl who he considered cute yet creepy, like a china doll perhaps. This girl had dirty blonde hair, in two long pony tails resting on each shoulder, brown eyes and a petite figure. She was pretty, but not supermodel outstandingly beautiful, which Faxon sort of admired in people.
She smirked, going further into the room, "Relax, I'm from across the street." Relax? She was an intruder. Did many people just wonder into strangers houses any time the pleased round here?
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know, feel free to use my kitchen and sleep in my bad" He told her bitterly. The girl pulled out a green apple from the pocket in her cardigan and lay down in a relaxed position on Faxon's new bed. "It's called sarcasm."
Her eyes met Faxon's, "And I'm called, Violet." Was that supposed to be a comeback or an introduction, he did not know. "You are?" She added.
"Faxon, one of the people who live here and need you to get the fuck of their house" He had to admit, he was proud of that one, but he was unsatisfied with Violet's reaction.
Violet moaned, closing her eyes, "You know what, fine" She got up and walked passed him, deliberately bumping into his shoulder to create dramatic effect. At that moment, he realized the girl looked only around sixteen or seventeen. There was something so mature about her that made him forget that. "And don't come back, okay?" She was out the door before she could notice he was talking to her.
Connie arrived at the house with Brianna, her roommate if she wasn't moving into the mansion. "I'm kinda jealous you're living here now" Brianna admitted, "I mean, this house is amazing."
She agreed with Brianna, it really was, "Well whenever you need somewhere to stay, feel free. I bet there's enough bedrooms in that house" She opened the door to let them inside.
The hallway was already filled with people she knew. She greeted them with nods and welcoming bright smiles.
Rachel was at the end of the hallway with a beer bottle between her fingers. She abandoned the wall she was leaning on and met her half way down the hallway, "Connie! Hey!" Rachel wrapped her arms around Connie then moved onto Brianna, "Good to see you Bree"
"Yeah, you too" Brianna replied, returning the gentle squeeze.
"Hey, bitches!" They heard Faxon coming down stairs with beer bottles in each hand. The music had been turned up higher and 'Royals' by Lorde was blocking everyone's voices in the hallway. Faxon led them all into the kitchen to talk.
A few people left were leaning on the counters, talking, but they left as soon as Connie came in rambling, "I've invited anyone who's anyone, so if you guys get mingling with my friends, you'll be popular in two hours and laid in two seconds" They all giggled, "Even you, Fax"
Faxon blushed then turned away slightly. Connie continued, "Brianna and I are gonna get wild tonight, it's gonna be so amazing!"
"No curse words" Ben hissed to his daughter who was mid sentence. She'd only managed, 'GET THE FUC', being told of before she could add on the 'K.'
Violet groaned, "What? He said it to me?" Ben continued painting, "That's because you didn't do what you were told and you interacted with him, making you a less frightening opponent," Ben explained, quickly adding, "You're grounded"
She shrugged her shoulders, "Cool with me, not like I can leave this house anyway." Ben sighed after being owned by his own daughter. "Just get writing, and paint over the 'fuck'"
Violet let the paintbrush hit the floor, a light spray of red covering it's surroundings, "Whatever." Ben watched her leave the room, then sighed. "Kids" He muttered under his breathe.
It was an hour into the party. He was surprised Vivien and Moira hadn't already begun the first phase of the haunting.
Rachel went upstairs to go to the bathroom to "freshen up." One of the guys downstairs, a particularly cute one was getting along with her quite well, but she knew if she was gone too long, he'd lose interest and go with someone else, so she promised herself to be as quick as possible.
As she was walking across the banister, in a hurry to find the bathroom and re-apply her makeup, taking a sip of her beer, when she bumped into someone else.
The other girl hit her hard, causing her to spill her drink on her chest. "You idiot! Look at what you've done!" Rachel complained before pausing.
It was happening to her again, that tingly feeling in her, that connection. Her eyes widened and she immediately turned around and went downstairs. Just as she expected, they were in this house. She couldn't get away from them. Everywhere she went, her gift came with her, and the gift was a bitch.
Her attention immediately moved to suspect the source of the smashing noise coming from down towards the hallway. The tingly feeling once again returned, this time so intense that she could feel it in every part of her upper body. She clenched her stomach before she sucked in a deep breath and rushed outside.
Brianna was outside already but she ignored her completely, she headed out of the house, straight past the driveway and ran as far as she could away from the building until the feeling stopped. there was too much activities, it was un bearable
Faxon stuttered as he stood over the broken glass vase, his eyes widened. This was only one vase. One vase that had looked so beautiful in the hallway on the table beside the grand stairs. No, stop thinking like that, it's only a vase, he told himself.
He swept away the mess for five minutes, heading for the kitchen when he was done. He covered his face with his hands. He was getting stressed again. Oh no, this was bad.
"It was only a vase" He muttered before kicking one of the kitchen counters, "Only a fucking vase!" He was getting worked up over nothing. He wasn't a party guy, and he hated people being in his house.
His new house. He didn't want people rearranging his furniture and messing about with his items and smashing his vases. He hadn't discovered the drunk college student who'd committed the crime of ruining a part of his dream house.
Suddenly, there was another smashing noise. In his mind, all the music was gone, and that's all he could hear, which was strange this the music was on full blast, he was sure of it.
To his horror, a clutter of broken wood and blue and white porcelain was on the floor, and the remaining pieces of his sanity scattered with it.
Brianna's left hand was tucked in beneath her arm, the other carried a cigarette. She exhaled the smoke through the hole between her lips. She felt awkward among the crowd of people who were getting drunk whilst she was just there, being her usual 'designated driver titled' self.
She left the inside party because the guy, who she swore was hitting on Rachel, before she went somewhere, began trying it on with her, and she couldn't stand being so uncomfortable. She's nev-
She found it hard to breathe with the leather almost attached to her face, covering each breathing orifice.
One smash. Two crash. Three bash. Four. Five splash. Six gash. Seven smash. Gore.
Phase one, complete.
