Aislinn moves into 'Murder House' with her Dad, convinced that she won't be meeting any ghosts since she doesn't believe in them. Surely she'll change her mind when she encounters the late owners of the house, some of which aren't that friendly. This fanfiction mostly sticks to the original plot but there will be some twists and turns along the way, it is a little bit of an AU, basically the only main change is that Gabriel didn't move in, no one did. They were too scared to clear out the stuff so they left it, also, Michael Langdon ages abnormally fast, it has only been under a decade since the incident with Gabriel's family, and that no one ever got as far as to see Violet's body, they where always scared away if they got too close. Trigger Warning This story contains description of self harm, murder, and is a work of (fan)FICTION, none of what has been said in this story is real or from actual stories, if you are triggered easily please don't read any further as as well as having descriptions there is also very graphic imagery, stay safe.

Delaney was living her dreams working as a spacial effects artist on the set of American Horror Story. After meeting the entire cast, she couldn't help but feel a certain connection with Evan Peters, who at the time, had a girlfriend. When she turns against her morals and let's him in, will her return the favor? Or will he simply run home to his love?

This is it. We're really moving into a house that was 1st stop on the 'Murder House' tour. It wasn't that we were moving halfway across America, it wasn't that I was a senior and leaving all my friends at the last minute, it was none of that, that made me Hate this town. It's dull and tightly put together, given the identical houses and identical cars- This 'new' house was the only thing that kept me happy. I Liked how different it was from all the other house, so much bigger, and older. But this house couldn't keep my happy for long, after all- I am a senior in high school and with a new town means new school and that means 'New girl.' - Also, we've moved her to 'sun shine California' for my fathers work. If I thought he wasn't at home enough before- I knew now that'd I'd probably never see him. It was hard, you know.. Packing up and just- leaving. I had to adjust to new things, I had to learn to like the warmth even though it's November, I had to learn to get over the constant people outside my house - taking picture. I even had to get use to being a 'Vegetarian.' that's my mothers new thing. And in the end, I learned to be ok with all that. But one thing I couldn't adjust to was the night time. It seemed like at nights- everything was pitch black, nothing was seen, you could barely make our your hand infront of your face. That only made it harder on myself, I was already so scared- the long narrow hallways and creeking wood, I admit the house needed some adjustments. But the whisperings in the gust of air. The footsteps down the hallway. the pair of eyes I always felt on me...I'm almost sure none of that had anything to do with the old pipes. I think our neighbor knows that to. She's an old woman with more to say than words can revil, she knows things we don't and im determined to find out exactly what it is.

"The Devil is real and he isn't a little red man with horns at all. He can be beautiful because he's a fallen angel and he used to be God's favorite."

❝were all a little crazy, aren't we?❞ © riggsnpeters // wattpad a short tate langdon story