One last shot

The new start

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I know it's been a while but I thought it would be good to update since I had some ideas for this story. So I know in the original murder house only people who died in the house would stay there but in this story Lana's ghosts had followed her and the house just allows them to be seen. (Just thought I would explain how I was planning to link them together 🙃) hope you enjoy the chapter!
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A few mouths later.

Lana was standing outside her new house. She told herself it was going to be a fresh start. A new house was just what she needed. It was for the best.

"Be careful with that! It's an original!" Lana shouted at one of the moving men as he carried the last bit of furniture into the house.

Lana's big brown eyes wondered up to the house. She smiled and took a long drag of her cigarette inhaling the smoke before blowing it into the fresh air. She had finally done it. She had her new start.

A soft hand pressed to the small of her back making Lana jump slightly.

"Sorry." Marion said softy as she kissed Lana's cheek softy. "I always knew you had good taste" she said as she looked up to the house.

"It's just what we needed baby."

It had taken Lana a long time to call Marion 'baby' but she really loved her and she wanted to change the ways he felt about that word. She refused to let Oliver Thredson torment her anymore.

Lana smiled softy at Marion and took her hand.

"Come on. Let's go in" she said ever so softy before walking Into the house.

The house was so big and overwhelming. It was almost too much for Lana to take.

Both Marion and Lana sat down for a glass a wine to relax. The house was quite and clam. It was a welcoming change for them both.

It was only 8pm when Marion's phone rang. She was called back to work.

Lana sighed and smiled softy, knowing when it came to Marion. Work came first. But Lana never moaned about it because work always came first to her as well.

"Don't wait up baby. I'm going to be home late. Bill is sick an ass" Marion huffed.

"It's okay baby. I understand " Lana said softy as she took a sip of her wine.

Soon Marion was gone and Lana was left alone. She sighed and drunk her wine. The drink was strong and soon took hold of Lana's senses. She was use to this feeling. But it was slightly different this time.

Lana sat back in her chair and closed her eyes. Letting her mind wonder.

"Lana." A voice sung out.

Lana jumped and turned around thinking Marion was back. "Marion?" She frowned.

Standing up and slowly walking to the door way of her living room.

"Lana" The voice said in Lana's ear.  That voice was oddly familia...

Lana's eyes winded softy as her mind slowly processed where she remembered the voice from... the voice that  haunted her. How could she forget....

"No..." Lana shook her head and rubbed her temple. "It's the drink... it's only the drink" she said softy trying to clam herself down after hearing that voice.

"Now this... this is a cosmic joke." She heard the voice say again. But now... the voice was behind her...

Lana turned around and there stood Oliver Thredson a dark smirk crossed his face "hello Lana, miss me?"