Execution (American Horror Story)

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.