Psychotic Love [AHS Character x Reader]

1. You're Gonna Die in There

**A/N**
Hi, Kayla here. Just wanted to say a big thank you for reading the following chapters. I'm a huge fan of the anthology and have wanted to do fan fiction for a long time. I think fanfic gets a bad rep (although most AHS fanfic I've been able to find is so poorly written it looks like someone upchucked alphabet soup on the page) so I figured I'd give it a whirl. I want to give a special shoutout to eeem93  and EmilySteward93  for being my support system and for being the first to read each chapter and giving me feedback. Love you! 🖤 So, let's goooo.
This chapter is set after the Violate break up but before the reconciliation in Apocalypse. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it!
Xx
~the wc at the end of each chapter is the word count!~

"Come on, [Y/N], get the lead out! I wanna go inside and explore!"
          You roll your eyes at your best friend's eagerness and grab your bag, slamming the car door shut behind you. A shudder slithers up your spine as you turn to take in the sight of the mansion behind you. There it was, 1120 Westchester Place. The famous "Murder House". You roll your eyes at your stupidity and sling your bag over your shoulder, straighten your back, and head up to the door.
          The old red brick building had a past, like you, and you couldn't help but feel a connection to it; a kindred spirit in need of some TLC. The white paint was chipping horribly, and you made a mental note to ask your third roommate, Jasper, to repaint it.
           The interior was just as old and decaying as the exterior, but there was a certain old school charm—the mahogany stairs and adornments gleamed despite no one having lived there for almost ten years. The realtor, a saccharine sweet auburn haired lady, had sold it to the three of you for a fifth of what the house was truly worth. Tiffany glass, six bedrooms, real Italian brickwork? You couldn't have gotten a better deal.
          You step inside and find your way to the kitchen, marveling at the granite counters and stainless steel appliances that looked brand new, trailing your fingers along the top of the island. Tess had been wary about the low asking price, saying, "If something seems too good to be true, it usually is," but you and Jasper had been relentless in your begging and pleading. It wasn't too far from the local college where you all attended and you didn't have to pay more in tuition to live on campus.
          "Think of all the parties we can throw here, Tess! We'll be college legends!" Jasper practically screeched, trailing behind Tess as they entered the kitchen. She flipped her dark curls over her shoulder and sighed, leaning against the counter.
            "I get that, Jas, but I'm telling you. Something is up with this house. It gives me the creeps."
           You roll your eyes as you turn and face your friends. "You thought there was something wrong with every single house we looked at! The one on Figueroa, the one on Wilshire, the one on Sunset—"
             "Okay, I get your point," Tess conceded, annoyed. "But that doesn't make me any less right. I don't know about you guys, but I'm taking the bedroom closest to an exit."