When I first moved into the infamous Murder House, I was 21 turning 22 in a few days. Moving was my birthday present from my father. I had wanted to move since my two daughters Jaszmine and Blair were born. We needed something big. I should've known from the beginning that, that house was a mess. I should've have known that people don't change. It's all disguises; masking the truth. To be honest, the murders in this house never bothered me. Ghosts never bothered me. I found them interesting. Intriguing. Beautiful. If you want to hear my story about how I fell in love, with a dead boy, be my guest! But not everyone or everything has a happy ending. I learned the hard way.
*DISCLAIMER*
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS BESIDES JASZMINE, JAMES, ROXANNE, BLAIR, BRINLEY, AND ARABELLA. THIS IS JUST A REWRITTEN STORY.
(WARNING: if you're not okay with abuse, violence, suicide, or self harm, please do not read this, it could possibly be triggering. if you have any questions, comments, or concerns feel free to DM us! Thank you, x!)