✞The Murder House✞AHS» l.h

Part 02

Anastasia's POV

As I woke up this morning like all my others it felt less cold and earie. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. And a smile grew on my face as I now knew I finally get to leave this damn house. Leaving all the past suffering will go away along with all the bad memories made here.

I quickly threw on some clothes, and started moving the boxes from my room downstairs in the now empty hall way. I saw my dad outside loading the furniture and my mom loading boxes. Once we finished loading all our stuff on to the truck, we headed straight to our new home.

Luke's POV

It's been a week since those possible buyers have been here. I guess this house is unsellable. I sat there still in there in the dark with my knees up to my chest waiting for any real sign of life, as I looked up into the ceiling. A sigh crept along as I continue to think of how sucky it was to live here.

When suddenly I heard footsteps once again. It sounded as if people were moving in. Well since no one can see me unless I want them too, I can see who's moving here. I walked up the stairs into the hall were I saw the girl from last week.

She was more beautiful than when I first saw her in the dark basement. Going up stairs, to my old room I guessed. I followed here up there and watched her unpack her things, as I sat unseen on her/my old bed.

But as I sat in my old room reminiscing the memories that I have long forgot, considering the fact that I've been stuck here for about 20 something years. The only memories of my life that I really remember was that I loved to listen to anything Kurt Cobain related. His lyrics just help me threw a lot I rememberd, threw a really shitty time in my life, it was my escape from reality; my drug.

I remembered I used to spend day after day shut away in my room, isolated and locked away from this cold harsh filthy world full of sorrow and hurt. I glanced back at her noticing she was actually wearing a Nirvana shirt. I haven't seen anything Nirvana and Kurt Cobain related in over twenty or more years, and the sight of it instantly put a smile on my face.

After a couple of minuets of admiring her beauty and shirt I decided to explore the rest of the family. I went down the stair case towards the study as I saw what I guess was Anastasia father filling up the book cases and desk.

As I i specter the study or now office more I saw a book that only a physiologist use to study the brain, anatomy, and what certain feelings or emotions were and the diagnosis of certain disorders.

I began to observer Anastasias parents I could fell this cold hostility come from her mother directed towards her father. She must of been really pissed off or angry over him for some reason. But in all her family seemed normal unlike the other people who were residences in the past over the years.

I headed back towards the basement, and began to try to play a way for me to be able to meet Anastasia and a way for her to not find out that I'm dead or in other terms a spirit/ghost.

//AN\\

Hope you like the chapter and the edit of Luke in front of the murder house. I really like making them and I'm thinking of possibly making it a thing. Let me know if I should continue it in the comments. And rn it's like 12am when I'm uploading this because I felt like I really needed to update. But it might be a different time for you, so random question what time are you reading this fanfic? And in my part night everyone and love your beautiful faces

~Natalia🌸