Restart/ AHS Murder House

No Longer In The Dark

The next day I looked up Westfield High massacre. As the group of teenagers said, they were pretty popular, but not in the way I thought they were. Up popped thousands of images of the victims, including all of the ones I saw on Halloween night. This doesn't make sense! They are all dead! How can I see them? I did some more searching and found that the shooting happened in 1994. I also found that the shooting was caused by Everett, Everett Langdon. The Everett that I told my secrets to, the Everett that held my hand when I told him about the divorce, the Everett who I thought was caring and kind. I must be going crazy, there is no other way. He's dead! They're all dead! I ran downstairs screaming for my mom. Tears were streaming down my face but I didn't care. All I cared about was finding my mom. As I was looking around the corner I saw Constance's pack of cigarettes laying on the kitchen island. I walked in,

"What are you doing here, where is my mom? Did you hurt her?"

She chuckled, "no of course not! She's probably just grocery shopping for frozen affairs to reheat for dinner."

Then she looked at my face, "you found out about Everett didn't you. I knew you would."

"Get out of my house! This is not happening."

"I questioned my sanity when I first found out. This house, this house will make you a believer. You see Hazel, we were living here when Everett lost his way. I believe the house drove him to it."

"No! That can't be real."

"You're a smart girl! How can you be so arrogant to think that there is only one reality that you can see? I have someone you should meet."

Constance got up and walked with me over to her house. Inside was a woman sitting in a chair, cigarette in hand.

"Hazel meet Billy Dean Howard."

I stared at her in silence.

"The child has no manners! Billy is a gifted median,"

Constance was interrupted by Billy,

"You're confused," she said to me, "overwhelmed, why wouldn't you be?"

"I never asked for any of this."

"None of us did, but nothing can be done once one is chosen."

"Billy has been helping me for years," Constance said, "I first found her through Craigslist. I've been through all the phonies but she, is one hundred percent authentic."

"I've just come from a meeting at lifetime. They're interested in making a pilot with me." Billy said while brushing back her hair.

"A Craigslist psychic with s Hollywood agent, who would've thought." I said unamused.

"A median dear, I can't read your future, that's a different gift."

"Have some chamomile tea, it calms the nerves." Constance said as she poured us all a glass.

"I'm in a dream," I said while rubbing my temple.

"I used to be like you until I was twenty five. When out of the blue my cleaning lady shows up as I'm brushing my teeth. Except she's got no toilet brush and rubber gloves, she's naked and bloody. Her husband murdered her with an ice pick." Billy explained.

"It's hard to keep good help," Constance muttered.

"Do you think I wanted a bloody Mexican ghost in my bathroom? All I wanted was to improve my tennis game and unseat Charlotte Whitney as president of my book club. But I was chosen, and when your chosen you either get with the program or you go crazy. Understanding the truth is your only choice."

"What's your version of the truth?" I asked.

"There are some who have an understandably violent and vengeful reaction to being horribly murdered. They refuse to move on until they exact their pound of flesh. Then there are very few souls like Everett, who don't even know they're dead. Who walk among the living in childlike confusion."

"That's why I wanted him to see your father. I was hoping your father might help him achieve some clarity about himself, that he could see the truth on his own." Constance said.

"We must help him crossover, Hazel." Said Billy.

"This is bullshit! It's all set up! The computers was, someone messed with my.." I mumbled confused.

"Who is Mary? Hazel, she wants to talk to you." Billy said.

A light flashed in my eyes and I was in a hospital, it was hazy. A old lady was lying in the bed, she was connected to a bunch of tubes. The lady reached for my hand and pulled me close to her face.

"They don't understand you." She croaked in her raspy voice, "never will understand you."

Then I was back to reality and Billy was talking to me,

"Does that mean anything to you, they don't understand you?"

I gasped as tears started to roll down my cheeks, this isn't happening! I got up and ran out of Constance's house.

I went to the bathroom in my own house and got a blade out of the cabinet. I promised Everett I wouldn't cut again. A light flashed in my eyes again and I saw myself drag the blade across my wrist. Then I lifted it to my throat and slit it straight across. Blood poured out of the fresh cut and then I awoke. It was fake.

"Are you scared now?"

I turned around and Everett was standing behind me but when I was about to say something he disappeared. That must be a dream too. What is happening to me? I had to get out of here. I put the blade back and ran out of the house. I grabbed my skateboard and went to the only other place I know, the indoor pool skate park.

I went inside the dark indoor pool area and saw Leah sitting where she was last time. I approached her,

"I owe you an apology," I said

She flicked her head around and then calmed down,

"It attacked you too didn't it?" She smirked.

"No, but I don't know what is real anymore, I feel like I'm losing my mind."

She looked over at me and then took a deep breath,

"The devil is real, and he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful cause' he's a fallen angel and he used to be God's favorite. Have you read the book of revelation?"

"No," I responded.

"In heaven there's this woman in labor, howling in pain. And there's a, there's a red dragon with seven heads waiting so he can eat her baby. But the arc angel Micheal he hurls the dragon down to earth, and from that moment on the red dragon hates the woman. He declares war on her, and all of her children. That's us. Yeah, things have gotten pretty weird for me."

"Me too, I can't eat, I can't sleep."

"Ugh yeah the nights are the worst, I get four hours if I'm lucky. That's only with pills."

"What kind of pills?" I asked.

She pulled a bottle of pills out of her bag and showed me them.

"Can I have one?" I asked.

"Sure, take the whole bottle. I have a ton more back at home," she said while sliding them into my hand.