"Welcome to Murder House."
"Excuse me?! Murder what?" My head swiveled around, eyes popping out of their sockets.
"This house is famous for the deaths that occurred within its walls. Thirty-six people met their demise here, some more violent than others." Michael said, eyes staring into the dark house.
"Are all their souls trapped in here?"
"Most of them are. Look, Estella, I need you to understand something." His hands rested comfortably upon my shoulders, irises burning into mine. "I don't know who will reveal themself to you, but I need you to be careful, okay? If they cause any trouble or you need my help, just call out my name and I'll be by your side within a second."
"Wait, you're not going in with me?" I asked in surprise.
"I can't. None of them will talk to you if they know I'm inside the home. It will be in your best interest to meet them alone." Michael's lips pursed firmly together as he took a step back. "Are you sure you still want to do this?"
"Yes. I am." Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open further and sent Michael a nervous smile, trying to control my trembling hands. "I'll be right back."
"Be careful." He whispered softly, concern lacing through his tone.
With those last words, I stepped into the home, closing the door behind me. My hand patted the wall beside me until I managed to find a switch, flicking on the lights and illuminating the entire foyer.
A gasp was emitted from my mouth when a suffocating wave of energy washed over me, drowning my entire being and filling my lungs like water. It was a rush of agony and malice, the sensation cold and unwelcoming like icicles on a harsh winter's night. I stumbled a few steps forward as the wave continued to enter my body, eyes widening when I saw darkness seep from the walls and gravitate towards my feet, the shadows slithering up my body like snakes.
"Get away from me!" I spat, trying to shake them off. A glowing shade of blue began to crawl up my arms, the color illuminating my veins just like the time Michael's hand had touched mine in my office. The hue grew brighter, causing the shadows to slither off my legs and cower on the floor boards. "What the hell?"
Without a second thought, I bolted down the hall, desperately trying to get away from the darkness. I had reached a door at the end of the hall, fingers wrapping around the handle, when I heard a voice behind me.
"I wouldn't go in there if I were you. That's the basement and chances are, you won't make it up the stairs alive. We're already crowded enough in here and we don't need another person joining the club." Behind me stood two teenagers, both of them staring at me in surprise. The blonde boy opened his mouth to speak once more. "What are you doing here?"
"Um... I-I have some questions that I was hoping someone in here can help me with" I stepped towards them. "My name's Estella. And you are?"
"Violet and this is Tate." The girl in the oversized sweater answered hesitantly, tucking a loose strand of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear. She glanced over at Tate and whispered quietly to him. "How did she get in? Madison and Behold bought the house for us, so no one else can come inside. I thought this house was protected by their magic."
"Something's different about her... I don't know what, but she doesn't seem normal." Tate glared at me venomously.
"I don't mean any harm, I promise. I just wanted to ask some questions about someone you may know.... His name is Michael Langdon and he told me that his family lives here." I gulped nervously when Tate took a menacing step forward.
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Twisted Souls || Michael Langdon
Fanfiction"He was consumed with darkness and I was his anchor, tethering him to the light." ~A story where two souls discover the true meaning of salvation in a corrupt world~
