American Horror Story/Murder House Fanfic/

Visitor

"Can you cook?" Violet asked Georgia.
The two were sitting at the kitchen table and staring at the cupboards hungrily.
"Uh, I'll try?" Georgia muttered and wandered over to her fridge.
"I wish my Mum was home then she could've made something." Georgia sighed and for probably the thousandth time since she was younger, the girl wished her mother would be around more.
Honestly though, Georgia was sixteen, almost seventeen. She should be able to cook but her mother just never had the time to teacher her.
"It's fine, I'm certain ghosts don't have to eat." Violet laughed to lighten the mood.

It was three in the afternoon and Violet had disappeared to spend time with her parents.
Bored out of her mind, Georgia was sat in her bedroom alone on the floor just to think deeply about what has happened since she moved to this house.
Somehow, she fell asleep on the floor because of how little sleep she got the night before.

When the girl woke up she was face to face with Michael from next door.
Georgia screamed but he put a hand over her mouth to muffle it.
Concerned, Georgia's eyes bulged out of her head to show him her discomfort.
Michael let go of her mouth and smiled at her, baring his teeth.
Georgia wasn't going to pretend like Michael wasn't good looking, but she had to keep in mind that Constance had kept him away.
"Why are you here? How did you get in?" Georgia hissed at him and stood up.
Michael only grinned again.
"I thought you'd be lonely and came to give you company."
Georgia rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips in annoyance.
"What if I don't want your company?" The girl raised her eyebrows and frowned at the intruder.
The cocky boy sat down on her bed and threw his hands out smugly.
"You're not exactly asking me to leave." Michael said.
Georgia walked over to her bedroom door and opened it.
"Please leave." She said deadpan.
Michael huffed but smiled.
"You don't mean that Georgia."
The teenage girl gave up on trying to get him to leave her alone.
Maybe if he was so weird then being nice to him would put her at less risk.
"Fine. What do you want to do then?"
The boy took her hand and led her to the hallway outside Georgia's bedroom. She followed him awkwardly.
He stood underneath the attic trap-door and pulled down the hatch, climbing up into the only part of the house that Georgia hadn't yet explored.
Georgia grew suspicious because of how used to the house Michael seemed even though it was the first time he had come over that she had seen.
"Hey, um how do you know my house so well? This is your first time round."
Michael pulled Georgia up into the Attic and sat down on the wooden floor, facing the girl and frowning evidently.
"Well, I used to come up here for therapy sessions with Mr Harmon." Michael admitted, carefully watching Georgia's every telltale move or facial expression.
"So you know about all the-"
"Ghosts? Yeah. When I was younger I always wondered into this house when it was empty and some people would talk to me. Then Constance explained the story behind the house and stuff." Michael stretched his back and grinned at her weirdly.
The girl wasn't surprised about him coming into the house or even concerned about why he went to therapy.
"So you aren't going to ask why I went to see Mr Harmon?" Michael asked, curious to see what Georgia thought of him.
You see, every word that left Michael's mouth was heavily calculated and manipulated. He had no intention whatsoever for the new girl to find out about him being a psycho's son and he's never met his Dad, and that he was half ghost. Michael wanted to look squeaky clean.
"I assumed it was something too personal to talk about. I don't want to intrude." Georgia said simply.
"It's not like you're some murderer." The girl carried on with a playful laugh.
Michael grew tense. She had just reminded him of what he had done when he was younger. Once, Michael had a babysitter. The woman was just normal and everything. One day Constance was out getting a hair cut and he was alone with the babysitter. Michael had a strange urge to murder the woman in cold blood just for pure pleasure. When Constance found him he was grinning. To this day, Constance hasn't gotten over seeing such a young boy so pleased about killing. Michael hasn't had any violent urges since them. Well, he has thoughts but he never carries them through.
Georgia should never know about this.
"I guess you're right." Michael said  cooly and turned away from the girl, pretending to inspect some bits and pieces scattered around the attic.
Georgia randomly lay down on the wooden floor and stared up at the ceiling.
"Why do you think that ghosts are trapped here?" Georgia asked quietly.
She was gazing intently at the ceiling, deep in thought. Michael looked at her and a smile tugged at his lips.
Why was the girl being so laid back?
It was more refreshing then when Constance would question every little thing about him and where he went, the girl seemed to be open minded.
"I don't know. I think this house just has something bad about it."
"I don't want to die here," Georgia turned to Michael and stared at him sadly.
"But, there's been so many murders... I just get so scared sometimes." The girl continued.
Michael genuinely pitied her for having to live in this horrific house.
Even his twisted mind saw that Georgia's kind soul didn't deserve to be here.
"You won't die here." He replied plainly and looked up at the ceiling himself.
The boy had been sitting the whole time while she was on the floor.
"You think so?" Georgia asked hopefully.
"Yeah. I feel like I could sense it if you were. I think fate's going to be nice to you." Michael smiled.
"Thanks, Michael. I think that fate could like you too- you're not as bad as I thought you would be."
Michael helped her stand up and the pair decided to go back down from the attic.
They went back to Georgia's room and she put on some music to try and fill the silence that had engulfed the two teenagers.
"I think I better go now, Constance will kill me." Michael sighed and Georgia paused the music.
She walked over to the boy and kissed him on the cheek. Not in a romantic way, in a 'I'm loosing my mind being alone in this house so thanks for being here' way.
"Aren't you glad to meet me." Michael chuckled at her.
She rolled her eyes.
"You're so cheesy oh my god." She giggled at him.
And with that, Michael left and Georgia was left to her own devices.

Georgia was in her living room, watching a documentary about serial killers to see if she could understand why people who had previously been at this house been so unlucky.
About half way through the documentary she stopped playing it and started crying.
Crying for all the innocent people who lost their lives. Crying for the souls trapped here forever.
"I-I'm so so sorry for everyone here. If any of you are listening now then I'm just so sorry. You didn't deserve this. Please tell me if I'm ever a pain to have to live with. You deserve to be comfortable." Georgia sobbed out-loud to any ghosts who could be listening to her.
Suddenly, Georgia saw the Harmon family walking up to the sofa she was sat on and sit down with her.
Vivien stroked her shoulder comfortingly.
"If I'm doing anything to annoy anyone please tell me." Georgia cried to Violet's mother.
"Shhh, Georgia, don't worry about it."
Vivien whispered and Ben Harmon smiled at her to make her feel better.
"You don't have to worry about any of the other ghosts here." Ben said.
Georgia smiled at the family.
Violet gave her a reassuring nod and smiled brightly.
"I think I'm going to go to sleep." Georgia announced and yawned.
She got up and left the Harmons in her living room and tried to ignore the irony at the name of the room they were in.
As soon as Georgia got to her bed she collapsed into sleep on it.

What she didn't know was that Tate was still watching her, invisible.
He was sat on her bed and staring at the innocent girl eerily.
If only she knew that Tate couldn't just leave her alone. If only the poor girl knew how obsessed he had become.