Within these walls (American horror story)

chapter 1 - house of horrors

chapter one- house of horrors

They say a child dying before their parents is unnatural and that its the worst pain a parent could ever have but then again I'm the one who's dead not them. Having to watch your parents hope and pray that you will come home safe that your kidnapper will return you to them safe and sound doesn't make being dead any easier. I just wish they would forget about me, move on with their lives, move out of this house and that they did. After 4 years of me being dead, or to them kidnapped, they finally moved out of this hell hole. After they left, family after family moved in and moved out. Something would happen that made them move out but most of the time somebody would die and that is where this house gets its name. THE MURDER HOUSE!

It may seem scary at first but trust me it doesn't look as bad as it sounds. Its beautiful structure and stain class windows. Well it just looks, as the realastate agent would put it, "the perfect family home". Thankfully many family's are put off by the very long and dark history, its not that I don't like new family's its just hard seeing the house change so much every time a new one moves in.Thank god they they are yet to find my secret room, I found it when I was still alive, after we had been living at the house for around 8 months. Its just behind a secret door in the basement, the door blends in with the wall making it hard to see unless you where really looking. One night I found a big, old, rusty key with a heart on one end and a unique looking key on the other and decided to go looking for a door.

As much as hated the basement, full of cobwebs and smelling of damp, I decided that just once wouldn't hurt. I looked around checking every wall very carefully when BANG! The lights went out. As the lights went out I noticed light coming from under a wall on the far wall, that's when I realized there must be a door. when I opened the door I was met with a blinding light and once I could see I was met with a beautiful sight. A room that looked as if it had been designed for me. Two walls where white and the other two a deep shade of purple, a four posted bed covered with black sheets , a wooden flooring with a black rug, a white Victorian styled closet was placed on the far wall. I opened the closet to see many beautiful clothes which I could only wished I owned. Why was it all here? Who had put it all here? I felt asif I was being watched and looked at my watch to see it was 2pm, knowing I have school in the morning I locked the door and hurried off to bed. Just as I left the room I heard a noise coming from behind me and thats when I saw it........

I tried to scream but I couldn't, I tried to move but I couldn't, I was frozen with fear. A MONSTER! Black eyes, as black as a ravens feathers. I felt asif it was staring into to my sole and soon enough it was coming closer.....and closer...... and closer until it was lose enough for it to reach out and touch me. I felt a sharp pain around my neck and looked down to see blood flowing from it, everything went black, I was dead.

Dying isnt as bad as it seems, its worse, way worse. But then again not everybody dies the way I did, having your throut slit by an abomination of nature. Thats right an abomination of natural, turns out the first man who built this old house liked to give abortions which came back to bite him in the ass when his son was kidnapped and killed. After that he pretty much went crazy, tried bringing his son back to life by sewing up the body with a few small ajustments. He used parts of animals to bring his son back to life. This didn't just send him crazy but his wife too, she killed her abomination of a son, her husband and then herself. They are all still here . Everybody who dies here stays here forever or until the house is destroyed.

Wait a minute, how rude of me I havent introduced myself. My name is Amilia Rutly (Amy Rut for short), born 15 june 1951 and died 2 september 1968. Im 17 years old and have been 17 years old for 45 years so I guess you could say that im 62, god im old. I am short and fairly slim. I have medium length wavy brown and brown eyes that I got from my mother.I have pale skin, most likely from lack of sunlight and thats it, nothing special. (I see Lily Collin as Amy but if you picture any body else thats fine)

Ive seen many people come and go and have seen many people die in this house, I try not to interfere with the familys in the house, just ignore them untill they go away. It can be quite a surprise when new ghosts appear in this place, especially when you didnt even know they where living here in the first place. Theres me, Moira, the nurses, the doctor and his wife. Then theres the monster in the basement, I dont really know its name so lets call it the abomination, theres the twins, the gay couple, Tate and my only friend Bow. These are the only ghosts I know of but in the murder house theres bound to be others just waiting to make an appearance. I havent exactly made an appearance myself, im not really the social kind of person, I just stay down in the basement and tend to visit the attic most days to see Bow but its becoming hard to do that with all the new people hanging around.

Bow, just an innocent, sweet, beautiful soul whos mothers lack of love was the death of him. When they moved into the house ,after the man she was withs wife burnt herself and her children alive, she locked Bow in the attic. The 5 of them lived in the house the man who lived here before, puewny and pathetic. Constance, a woman who I can only describe as horrid and selfish, she is only ever concerned for her self and this god damn house, she tore a family apart for this house and got what she wanted. There was Adeline, she was down syndrome like Bow, so sweet and innocent. she was always wanting to look like everybody else but she was beautiful in her own way, unique. Then Tate, about 17-18, he had floppy blond hair, a devilish smile that matched his personality perfectly. He was always filled with so much anger and sadness, a darkness sarounded him. Bow, he died so young just like me. That bitch Constance got her little boyfriend to suffocate him and then acted like his death was natural. Natural my ass! He didnt deserve to die, he deserved a mother that would love and care for him.

Tate died not long after bow but in my opinion he deserved it. You cant just kill 15 people and expect to get away with. When the police turned up I thought they would just take him away, god I hoped they would just take him away but no they had to kill him which put every family that ever lives here in danger. And that it did when he killed the gay couple that only lived here for 8 months. He's sick, a phycopath, but I cant help but feel like im being pulled towards him, like im being dragged into the darkness that lies within him.

I live in my little room in the basement, keeping to myself, trying to see Bow as often as I can without others seeing me because once they see you they never leave you alone. Popping up all over the place trying to scare me but the doctors wife learnt me a cool way to get rid of the abomination whenever it tries to come into my room or I want to leave the basement. I just tell it to GO AWAY! And it goes. Being a ghost pretty much eliminates the need to eat and sleep but I stil try to, it just makes me feel normal. I just sit in my secret room in the basement, listen to music (with my headphones), draw or read. But life is starting to get a bit lonely, maybe it's time to make an appearance.