This is my first American Horror Story Fanfic. I hope you like :) Please be a nice person and review.
Disclaimer:I don't own the American Horror Story characters.
Chapter 1
-New home-
They knew something was wrong, they knew the problem with the house. They heard the stories, they know many things would go wrong but they refused to believe anything anyone told them. As long as it is cheap and affordable they are willing to live with a few problems but they don't bother to ask me what I think. In my opinion it's insane and things will probably go horrible wrong. Yet at the same time it all sounds interesting. My parents have refused to tell me they stories behind this house. I heard a few but I really doubt a man could bring his child back to life with other fetus body parts. That sounds like a plot line from Frankenstein.
I'm leaving everything behind for my parents. I love them, yes but they drive me crazy. My father had left his old job to pursue in a new career something he will be happy with this time, but I doubt it would make him happy, my mother forced him to accept the job because it pays more. My mother s used to moving around since she is part of the US Army. In a few weeks she has to go back and California has the closest base. My grandmother lives in California but in a different city. My mother is glad to be coming home in the state she once lived in. My older brother has no problem with any of this. He won't be staying with us for long since he'll be off to college miles away from us when school starts again. He mainly can't wait for those frat parties and college women.
After 9 hours of driving we finally made it to the house. The moving van has made it there before us. They unpacked most of our stuff and none of them have stepped foot in the house. My dad walks up to them asking why they haven't carried anything into the house. They say they will not set foot on the devil's playground. My dad tries to convince them but they refuse and will only unload the truck to leave all the boxes in the yard. My mother gets irritated with them and says she will only pay half of what we really owe them. They didn't mind a bit and left as soon as they were paid. It was up to all of us to bring in our own things in our house. My mother thought the work men were being stupid and that they should be old enough to know ghost stories aren't true. My dad said very little, he knows to stay on my mother side. When I start finding my own boxes I realize I have very few small boxes. I really wish I didn't have to many heavy things but I did. As I walked into the new house I felt a sudden chill. Goosebumps suddenly appear on my arms. Then in an instance I'm feeling normal temperature again. My brother bumps into while trying to get through the front door. I drop my box.
"What are you just standing there for?"-He said walking passed me.
"Sorry."-I said picking up my box.
"What did you see ghost?"-He asking teasingly.
"Don't start with that nonsense"-My mother said coming down the stairs.
"I was just joking."-My brother said heading upstairs to his room.
My mother doesn't believe in supernatural elements or anything related to it. She believes what she sees and everything has a logical explanation for it. I don't really think she has a childhood when she was little. She just went straight to young adult to adult. I don't think she has much of an imagination which is very strange since both her kids have wild imaginations but I think we get that from our father.
My father is a bit more optimistic. During my father's days- before he met my mother he was what my mother liked to call a free spirit. After they met it was like a strange attraction neither of them could ignore. They had a wedding ceremony in Alaska, but it wasn't legal and got a marriage license at the town hall. My brother popped out 4 months later. My father turned into a stay at home dad since my mother was off at the other side of the world. A few years later I was born but my father not working and my mother on paternity leave. With the little money we were recieving it didn't help much with the bills. My mother told my father to get a job. He did but hated it beyond anything. Still he continues to work for people he despises. He tells us he loves our mother so much he's willing to put himself through that just to make her happy.
My mother loves my father but doesn't show it too often. She is a military brat. Her father was in the army and so was her grandfather. Almost all the men in her family were in the military. My mother is the first girl in the family to be in the army. She grew up with restricted parents and her main future was to follow in her father's footsteps. Even though she was born in a Christian family she believes in other things. Mainly logical reasons.
Everyone on my mother side of the family hoped she would marry a military man but she married my dad instead. To keep everyone happy she stayed in the army and married my father because she got pregnant. So once that happen they knew they were stuck with him.
When I made it up to my room I noticed how gloomy it was. The colors were depressing and the little light from the window made me feel like I was being locked in a jail cell. It must have been from the last teenager that lived here. The paint on the walls were dark, I noticed one of the walls was black. That would be interesting to use as a chalk board. I walked over to the window to open it because it felt stuffy in the room. I wasn't quite sure where to start but the closest seemed like a good place. When I open the closet door a box falls. A squeak escapes from my mouth as the box hits me then lands on the floor. I pick it up and look to see what was inside the box. There were pictures of what the house used to look like when it was first built and the first family that lived there. The first lady of the house was very pretty and looked very fancy in her clothes but the expression on her face said she wasn't very happy. She was holding a her baby, she didn't look too happy to be a mother. There was a knock at my door.
"Hey you still have more boxes down stairs. Mom wants us to finish before it gets dark."-My brother said.
"What are those?"-He asked walking over to me.
"There pictures of the first people who lived here."-I told him showing him the pictures.
"Wow she's pretty hot for a woman who lived in the 1920's."-My brother said admiring her picture.
This just made me roll my eyes. I walked out of my room to retrieve the rest of my stuff. When I made my way down stairs a lady was there at the front door. My mother was talking to her. She said she was the maid of the house for the previous owners, she had been hired way back, she said she knew the house more than anyone. She looked old and had what looked to be a maids uniform. An old one. Her eyes were different. One eye was normal while the other was clouded and gray. My mother noticed me and told me to come over.
"This is my daughter Avery."-She said the maid lady.
"Avery this is Moira, she is our maid. "-My mother said.
I shook Moira hand, she looked like a frail old women but her hand grip said other wise. My dad and brother entered the room and both stopped. My dad rubbed his eyes and my brother started smiling like crazy.
"Moira this is my husband and son."-My mom said introducing them.
My brother was the first to say hi. He was probably excited to have a maid pick up after him but my brother started looking at the maid like she was something else. This started to gross me out. I know she's a maid but I really thought my brother had standards. My dad finally introduced him self but felt uncomfortable doing it. He left the room quickly after saying hi. This was unusual behavior from him.
"So you will start tomorrow?"-My mom said.
"Yes. I'll come back in the morning."-She said leaving again.
My mother closed the door when Moira was leaving. She seemed excited to have maid. Now when my mom is gone she won't have to worry about coming home to a messy house. I continued with unpacking the boxes.
The whole unpacking was very exhausting. I fell back on my mattress- that was my bed for now. Closed my eyes for a bit only to feel something was off. I opened them again and looked around my room. Then I noticed the window was closed. I went back over to it to open it. It must have closed on it's own. I could her my mother calling me from down stairs. I went racing down there to see what she wanted. I helped her hang a few pictures up, it took longer than necessary because she can be a perfectionist at times. When I walk past the front door I notice one of the car doors open. I walk outside to go close it.
"Hey."-Someone behind me said.
This startled me and I jumped a little. When I turned to see a girl about my age standing there.
"Oh hi."-I said back.
"So you live here now?"-She said looking back at the house.
"Yeah. Do you live next door?"-I asked.
"Umm yeah sort of."-She said. The sort of confused me. You either live next door or you don't but I decided to ignore it.
"I'm Violet."-She said extending her hand out for a handshake.
"I'm Avery."-I said shaking her hand back.
Her hand felt cold which was weird since it was a warm summer night. I'm starting to feel a sudden chill again.
"So have you heard the stories about the house?"-Violet asked curiously.
"Only about the family who first lived here and the previous family. It's a little crazy about the Frankenstein baby. The previous family maybe. I guess I moved into their daughter's room, it's kind of gloomy in there but I like it because it has an interesting vibe to it. I wouldn't normally go for dark colors though."-I said to her.
"You should change the color of the walls now that it's your room."-Violet said.
"I'm thinking about it. I won't change them right away I need to pick the color I want to change it to first."-I told her.
"Well ok."-She said. "I guess I'll see you around."-She said while walking away.
"Ok well bye."-I started walking back inside.
When I looked back to see which way she turned it was to late she was already gone.
"Why were you outside?"-My father asked coming from the living room.
"I was just closing the door, and I met the neighbor's daughter."-I told him.
"Ah well see you already made a friend. See things aren't so bad after all."-He said trying to make me look on the bright side of things.
I started to feel tired and decided sleeping would be the best thing for me right now. Before I went to my room I washed my face. The bathroom looked old fashion but new. The bath tub made it look old but the shower looked from this era. The faucets were really fancy with carved flower designs around the sink. I was washing my face and when I looked up after wetting it I saw a shadow figure in the mirror outside the bathroom. I remember closing it but it wasn't fully closed when I saw it. I turned to see it but when I did it was no longer there. I continued what I was doing but watched the mirror more closely this time. Nothing appeared though. When I walked back into my room, my window was closed again. The window must be broken then. I open it one more time. Change into my pajamas getting ready for bed. I lay on my bed closing my eyes.
That's all folks :) Well at least for now.