American Horror Story Two

Fascination

AFTER HEARING ABOUT MURDER HOUSE AND EVERYTHING THAT WENT ON THERE, it only made me more curious and eager to find it. See if it was real, if they were real - if he was real, with my own eyes. Call me sick I know but it's not about that, it's just fascination. Fascination with the crimes that went on there, so many creative crimes. So many unexplainable. So many ridiculous. A fascination with life after death, ghosts. If they really do exist and if they have feelings. What life after death is really like. I've wanted to see one, talk to one since I first learned about them - a ghost. I've got to find out the real answers about Murder House, about the crimes, about the families, about him. Which is why I've successfully managed to convince my parents to move into the house, they don't know of the history but they couldn't say no, the price of the house, the vintage décor, my mother loves vintage décor. It's our first night here and not one part of me has entered or seen the house for real, tonight is the night. 

"We. Are. Here" my mother says stopping after every word and sounding excited as we pull up outside the house. It's here, really here, infront of my eyes. I can't believe what I'm seeing, all the excitement is building up inside me just looking at it. It's big with a nice big front porch that's arched. I get out the car and walk towards the front door, my dad goes in first then my mom. I step in and look around, everythings all wooden and vintage fancy, my mom will be loving this. I decide to check out the rooms upstairs, I walk up the stairs and find that the rooms are each quite large. Theres a particular one located at the back end of the hallway, entering it felt cold; as though there were a presence. It was dark and long and just what I needed. I felt drawn to this room for some reason. I felt a hand come upon my shoulder.

"Nice huh?" my mother forces. Seeming quite proud of herself for taking in such a beautiful vintage house.

"Yeah mom. It's really something" I look at her "This is my room" I say coldly. She looks back and scoffs at my attempt at seriousness. "Okay honey" she chuckles and walks off. I stand in the doorway for a minute, something pulling me into the room, I feel it. I shut the door and walk off, I can't wait for the first dinner of the house, I'm starved.

I COULD SMELL SOMETHING DELICIOUS from my room and I knew right then and there it was dinner time. I made my way down stairs and into the kitchen, the new kitchen, it was so big. I've never seen a nicer kitchen, I wonder if any murders took place in here, any good family history, I wonder if he walked upon the same kitchen. I'm full of wonders and starved, I sit at the table with the family and we all dig in.

"So how are you liking the new house Liv, honey?" Yes that's my name, Olivia if I didn't already tell you. I turn to my dad who's staring into me waiting for my opinion on the new house. 

"It's great" I smile back and he smiles and carries on eating. My eyes carry on watching him eat for a minute before returning back to my own plate. If only he knew the half of how I felt about it, my desires to find out the history, my plans to seek the afterlife in this house. He'd whisk us all out of here if he knew the half, but he doesn't. Well not yet at least.

HAVING NOT DISCOVERED OR SEEN ANYTHING I decide to hit the hay, my first night in Murder House and not one distraction, not one shed of afterlife. I'm disappointed to say the least but I live here now, there'll be more to come, they can't hide forever...

I'm in a deep sleep and I'm dreaming, obviously, I find him and the families that are deceased and they tell me the history of this house. One by one breaking down everything that happened, all the gruesome crimes and murders that have happened over the years, I'm quite scared hearing half of them. I feel a presence while I'm dreaming, something unhuman near me not in my dream but in real life.