American Horror Story/Murder House Fanfic/

Beginings

Georgia Woodlands inhaled and exhaled her cigarette and wondered around her new home. The teenager and her mother had literally just moved into an old, grand house in Los Angeles. She was expecting it to be hideous and filled with cobwebs and dust since that was usually all her single mother could afford, but this house was nice and genuinely mesmerising to gaze at.
To Georgia, the house had a kind of feeling to it that it had a long history. For some reason, that only attracted her more to the strange new house.
"For god's sake! No smoking in the house! Do it outside!" Georgia's mother groaned at her from her own new room because she saw the smoke.
Georgia rolled her pale blue eyes even though her mother couldn't see her before proceeding to put out and throw away the cigarette.
The seventeen year old was brown haired and tall, surprisingly graceful for her height. Her most striking feature was her large eyes.
"Yeah okay, sorry." Georgia apologised half heartily.
Despite her passive attitude, the girl truly loved her mother. The older lady worked for hours on end ever since she had split up from Georgia's abusive (and now deceased from natural causes) father.
"Mum how the hell did you afford this house?" She exclaimed in awe, admiring the other rooms while walking to her mother's.
When Georgia saw her mother's face, it wasn't quite a look of happiness. More of worry or guilt.
"Listen, sweetie. This house has a bad and very long history. Many of the previous owners have passed away here. It's nothing to be concerned about though otherwise I wouldn't have brought you here." The woman got off her chest.
Georgia just shrugged and walked back to her room.
The house didn't bother her. At all.
It just had soul and honestly this was the first proper house she had moved to. All the others were tiny and practically boxes so this one was a completely new type.
"Honey I know we only just got here but I have to run out for work, if I get there quick enough I'll get more hours. Explore the house and unpack your things!" Georgia's mother called from the front door.
"Bye."

After the second hour of exploring the house, Georgia discovered the previous family's furniture in the basement.
"This doesn't look too old." Georgia mumbled to herself as she saw an iPod docking station and picked it out of a pile of things.
"Neither do these." She continued while pulling out some family photographs and other random things. The family looked happy. It was a black haired man with bright blue eyes, a woman with strawberry blond hair and a young girl around Georgia's age by their side.
Bored, she went back upstairs and started playing some music on her own speakers, not with the iPod station she found. It unsettled her seeing other people's things but she decided she still liked the house.

She got whisked away by the music and was sat daydreaming.
A brisk knock at her bedroom door distracted her from her thoughts.
"Hello?" She sighed and walked to her bedroom door.
An older woman with red hair, one blue eye and one that seemed to be damaged and a maid's attire.
Her mother had told her that the house had come with a maid so Georgia wasn't surprised to see the lady.
"I'm Moira. I've worked here for many years and I'm looking forward to be under the employment of your family." Moira said in a polite but faraway tone that made Georgia feel like she must have given that little statement many times before now.
"Hi Moira, I'm Georgia. It's nice to meet you." Georgia smiled warmly.
Moira gave a curt nod and was about to walk away and begin cleaning but Georgia wanted to talk to the maid for a bit longer. The maid seemed to give off sad vibes even though she smiled.
"I love your hair colour." Georgia hurriedly said and moved in front of Moira.
The maid touched her neat hair and patted Georgia's shoulder.
"Thank you. I hate to cut this talk short but I have business to attend to."
Georgia cursed in her head and moved out of the way for her to leave.
So much for finding more out about her.

Later that day, her mother still hadn't come home from work and Moira had gone somewhere else so Georgia was going out of her mind trying to find something to do.
In the kitchen, she eyed up a bottle of liquor and decided she may as well drink it. It was a new house and she could celebrate, right?
The girl took the bottle up to her room with a packet of carefully hidden cigarettes from a kitchen drawer.
She fumbled with a lighter and eventually lit up the cigarette, watching the wisps of smoke pour out of it. Starting to become tipsy, Georgia was almost through the big bottle since she was just idly lying around.
Just as the teenager was about to stand up, she saw two blond boys giggling and throwing firecrackers at her from the middle of nowhere. Drunkenly, she hauled herself up to start shouting at the two intruders for barging into her house, when she noticed large, bloody gashes on both of their heads with their skulls visible.
Georgia fell over in shock and tried to shuffle away in fear slowly.
If there was one thing she learnt from being hurt by her father it was to never act scared in front of the thing that you were scared of, because that only fuelled what they may do.
Backed up against a wall, watching the boys play around with the mini explosives, her heart-rate increased dramatically. They looked straight at her and she saw every single cut on their faces and torsos.
Desperate not to scream, she staggered out of the room in panic and tried to run down the stairs, but failed and fell over.
Georgia screamed in pain as she bashed her head at full speed against the wooden stairs.
Everything went black.