Pentatonix: Murder House

Sixty

 Short chapter sorry, but in the middle of writing another one for tonight and chapters for my other stories!

Enjoy!

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Stephanie sits on the edge of the bed in the master bedroom crying at the way her house is today.

It's so different than she remembers it back in the 1920's.

How could someone put all of this electrical things in her house without asking her?

She just doesn't understand.

Isabel then walks in and tries to get Stephanie to stop crying.

"Good God, woman, you've got to knock this shit off." Isabel says.

"I-I beg your pardon?" Stephanie asks.

"The crying. You gotta get it under control. You're making me nuts."

"I'm very confused. What are you doing in my house?"

"I'm stuck here like the others. Like you. We died in here, and for whatever reason, we can't leave." Isabel explains.

Stephanie wipes her faces and looks at Isabel with her red puffy eyes as she is even more confused now.

"What are you implying? That...that you're dead?" Stephanie asks.

"I'm not implying it. I'm saying it. Yeah, dead. Dead as disco." Isabel says.

Stephanie then starts crying again becoming more confused.

"I still don't understand." Stephanie says.

"Oh. Of course you don't, honey. But you're not the only one. There are other souls trapped in here, innocent, beautiful souls, who never knew malice or anger. It's not fair that they're trapped in a place like this. It's heartbreaking." Isabel explains.

Stephanie begins to cry harder as she now realizes she, herself, is dead too like all the other lost souls in the house.

"Then there are others who are just in on the game. They're bitches. We linger here with the living. No rest for them, no rest for us. It's this place. It has a hold on us. But that's not all. There's a power in it. A power we can use. We can make ourselves unknown, and when we really need it, we can make ourselves known. And I have such a need. Sometimes I vibrate with such rage it terrifies me. I act out. If we're supposed to fix our issues, we never can. It doesn't stick." Isabel says rambling on.

"What you're saying is madness. I'm not dead." Stephanie says.

Isabel takes Stephanie's hand and places it on the back of her head where the exit wound is from when she shot and killed herself years ago.

"Then how do you explain this, sweetheart?" Isabel asks. 

"What? What is that? Ugh." Stephanie says.

"Looks to me like an exit wound. My guess is you ate a bullet. And by the looks of those clothes, it was a long time ago."

"Why would I do such a thing?"

Stephanie sighs and thinks about it all for a second and then asks, "Was it because of my baby?"

Isabel stares at Stephanie as she begins to cry about her baby son Tyler.

"Where's my baby?"

"Did you lose your baby?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"I lost mine too. It was never born. It's in the backyard with the rest of me."

"It's  not fair." Stephanie says able to control her sobbing.

"No. It's not. How come she gets to have two, and we don't get to have any?" Isabel says.

"Who?"

"The bitch that stole your house, Nel! She already has a son. And what do we have?"

"Heartache."

Isabel then comes up with probably her most evil plan yet and shares the idea with Stephanie.

"She's having twins, you know. We should take those babies. One for you, one for me."

"We can do that?" Stephanie asks.

"We'll have to. After all, they've gotta have mothers. You can't raise a baby in the loony bin."

Stephanie stares at Isabel as she explains how they can use the house to their advantage and take down the living that passes through the house.

She starts to think how she can make this house hers again.

Restore it back to it's glory days before all these other people came through it and ruined it.

And most importantly, have her baby back.

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"I don't like you. I don't like your type. You're cheap and horrible and not half the lady madam is. Why you insist on hurting her is only a reflection of your low character and lack of breeding." Angelica spats at Isabel as she walks into the kitchen.

Isabel laughs.

"Oh, don't act all high and mighty with me, you old bat. I saw you feed her raw brains."

"That was for her benefit, to ensure the health of her unborn babies!" Angelica yells.

As she watches Angelica yell, Isabel knocks over one of the glasses from the counter on purpose to get Angelica in trouble with the Grassi's.

"Whoops. Guess you'll have to clean that up, huh?" Isabel says before walking out of the kitchen.

Angelica stares her down as she slowly walks out of the room and down the basement stairs.