"Ahh, come on." Ben Harmon said as his daughter knocked over the queen on the chessboard. Violet grinned, happy to clearly be winning in this game of chess. Maybe it was the enthusiasm? She hadn't played it since a very long time, although before her life turned upside down, she would play it with her father regularly.
Violet still remembered the first time Ben introduced her to the game; she was five at
that time, and unlike any other child of that age, she understood every rule, every tactic she was taught.
"You know," Vivien began, looking up from little Jeffery whom she was rocking in her
arms. "Your father and I used to play a lot of chess before you were born. Always loved the game."
"Yeah," Ben began, taking his turn. "You're just like her, Vi. So smart. Well, except for
that time when she got so drunk she told the entire neighborhood about how bad of a cook I am. I won that time."
Vivien rolled her eyes, sighing.
"Ben, you idiot."
The three of them laughed, fulfilled with their amazing family. Although, Violet often
felt like there was something missing, something unknown that she was longing for. Maybe freedom? Maybe a normal, teenage life?
A sudden knock interrupted their happiness, as Ben got up to see what was going on. "What the hell?" he muttered, making his way towards the door.
"It's probably just those twins playing tricks on us." Violet said, following her father. "It could be Constance." Ben answered, looking through the peephole.
"I doubt it. I mean how could she get in." Violet said, although knowing Constance, she would find a way.
"It's some woman. I don't know her."
"Let me check." Violet said, lightly pushing her father out of the way.
She saw a blonde woman, wearing casual business clothes. Billie Dean. she thought, moving away from the door.
"I know her. She is a medium, like a real one. I met her at Constance's." Violet said, looking at her mother who was now walking towards them. "What could she want?" Vivien asked, kissing Jeffery on the forehead.
"I don't know, let's find out." Violet said, opening the door.
"Violet," Billie Dean began, giving her a kind smile. "How nice to see you again. Those are your parents, I assume?"
"Yeah," Ben said, shaking her hand. "Ben Harmon. That's Vivien, my wife."
Vivien give her a nod, as Ben shook her hand. "What brings you here?" Vivien asked, moving closer to the door.
"Well, I have some information that I am sure will interest you. May I come in?" Billie Dean said, as they let her walk into the house. "You can put your coat there." Vivien said, embarrassed that even though they weren't the legal owners of the house, they acted like it.
"So, how did you get in?" Violet asked.
"I had some help. I'll explain." Billie Dean said, sitting on the couch.
"A little while ago, I met a ghost. This may sound rather strange, but I don't want to waste time. She used to be a witch. During her days alive in the 20s, her daughter had gotten pregnant. She went to Charles Montgomery for help, of course she couldn't keep quiet. The witch put a curse on the house, filling it with negative energy. She told—"
"Witches?" Ben said, looking doubtful.
"I didn't believe it either. Until I visited a Coven. It was amazing. I met my doppleganger, someone who looks just like you. You have one too, Violet. So does Tate Langdon. I would like you to meet them, they can take the curse off of the house. You could leave."
"Are you serious? Witches?"
"Oh yeah, honey. Witches." said an unfamiliar voice, as the Harmon's watched the three figures appear in their home.