Chapter 01

All Hallow's Eve


"What are you reading this time?"

She looked up, a little astounded, and saw the charming smile given by her friend. Her shoulders shrugged in reply, as her fingers lightly brushed her brown locks off her forehead. She closed the book, making sure the yellow bookmark was still there, and showed the cover which read Markheim.

"Ah, charming." Her friend rolled his eyes, but not out of disdain. He flopped beside her and asked, "Where'd you get that, in the nearest cemetery?"

"Ha-ha, you are funny." She opened her book and buried her nose back into the story. She was finally in the part where Markheim had pulled out a knife and killed the store-owner.

Lawrence, who had been watching her in silence as she continued to read, sighed. He leaned back, his arms supporting his upper weight, and looked up into the clear skies. His dark hair was shaved on the back and sides, which he most likely took the idea from One Direction's Zayn Malik. His best friend, who was now sitting beside him, had laughed at his face for two full minutes before pointing out that he looked nothing like the singer.

"It's Halloween," Lawrence told her, "in case you are forgetting."

"Your favourite part of the year." She nodded, without looking up from her small, red hardbound book.

"Sienna." He reached out and snatched the book from her hands. "It is Halloween and you are still reading! Give yourself a break, live a little! Rachel's throwing a party tonight in her place, and she has invited me."

"But not me, so go ahead to the party. You don't have to be babysat for one night, do you?"

"Actually..." He drawled, still keeping the book away from his friend's reach. "I need a date."

"Have you even asked your girlfriend yet?"

He made a little disgusted face. "Lauren and I broke up just last night. You are the only one I could think of, so I could get into the party and—"

"And you need a girl in your arms so that your frat brothers won't make fun of you," Sienna finished for him, glaring a little.

"Don't make it sound so mean," Lawrence murmured under his breath.

She weighed his statement for a little while; let the uncomfortable silence hang around them. It was a perfect day to finish a book, sitting in front of the beach with nothing to hear but the howls of the wind, cries of the gulls and the relaxing sounds of waves. Her sneakers were dug deep into the white sand, her loose blue cardigan billowing with the wind. Her brown hair was pulled up into a messy bun; she had no time to fix it at home especially when the thought of being alone in the beach was so inviting.

Finally, Sienna sighed.

"Okay, I am coming with you."

Lawrence beamed at once. He had a childlike gaiety at the thought of Halloween. "You will?"

"Yes." She nodded. "But I am not wearing lingerie and bunny ears."

"Of course!" He laughed out loud and embraced her. "You are the best!"

"I know." She held out her palm and said, "My book please."


Later that night, after hours of searching the internet for good ideas, Sienna came up with the simple ghost nurse costume, like the game she played, Silent Hill. She borrowed the costume from her neighbour, whose daughter was already graduated and worked somewhere in Arizona. She asked permission to smear the white uniform in red paint. She spent hours in front of the mirror staining herself with black makeup for her chest and neck, some filthy-looking bandages around her head, with only her left amber eye showing. It was hard to breathe in that, but she had no other options. She picked a pair of old white shoes that belonged to her aunt, and then borrowed a rusty wrench from the old men next door.

Lawrence knocked on her door at eight o'clock sharp, wearing black tuxedo and white undershirt, black pants and shoes. His hair was combed back neatly, his eyelids and lips also black, with a trail of red paint trickling from both corners of his mouth.

"Someone's prepared," he crooned, offering his arm to her.

Sienna struggled with the nurse uniform, but struggled more with her bandaged face except for her left eye. She mounted the motorcycle and held on to her friend's waist, while her other hand made sure her white nurse cap did not get blown away.

Upon arriving that Rachel's house, just at the end of town, the two friends approached the entrance. Lawrence politely knocked on the door, but the music inside the house was blasting and ear-piercing. Colourful neon lights circled around the house, bikes and cars lined up in the street. More and more teenagers filled in, which made Lawrence shrug and pull Sienna along with him inside.

The house was a complete mess.

"So, how about I get you a drink!?" Lawrence shouted at the top of his lungs, as he was unable to hear himself amidst the loud music and all the enthusiastic screaming of the other teenagers.

"Sounds good to me!" Sienna shouted back, and followed her friend further into the house. She held up one cup and tried to drink, but the orange juice was spilled all over the floor. She cursed her ghost nurse costume now and even more the bandage around her face.

Then, a group of three boys around their ages went forward.

"Yo, Law!" The first boy was wearing a red varsity jacket and white shirt, his bright idea of a Halloween costume.

"Took you long enough, man." The second one was no better; he was in a simple green shirt, so hugging tightly on his body that his muscles were accented. He cradled a red skateboard in his left arm, while his right hand kept on clapping anyone else on his sight.

"Nice costume, Law. Are you supposed to be Frankenstein?" As stupid as the third boy actually was, his costume was not half bad. He was dressed in a leathery pirate costume, complete with a maroon headband that seemed to have come from eBay. He had black make-up underneath his eyes, which made him look like a Captain Jack Sparrow-wannabe, especially when his light blond hair did go well with the rest of the costume.

Lawrence let out a little uncomfortable laugh. "Hey, guys. Sorry to be late, but I had to pick up my friend."

"Hey there." The one with green shirt and skateboard smirked at her.

"So, what are you supposed to be?" The jock in varsity jacket gestured at her appearance.

"Are you Frankenstein?" The Jack Sparrow-wannabe repeated to Lawrence.

"Actually, he is Count Dracula," Sienna interrupted, her voice muffled by the bandages. "It should be obvious with the fangs and the blood around the mouth. I am a ghost nurse, in case you are unfamiliar with Silent Hill."

"What's that?" Skateboard boy huffed. "Is that a metal band?"

She rolled her eyes—or eye, because her left eye was only shown. "It is a horror game."

"Never heard of it."

The seemingly ringleader of this group—Jock with the red jacket, as Sienna dubbed him—snatched a cup of juice and chugged it all down in three swallows. He burped and tossed the cup over his shoulder, and then smirked arrogantly at Lawrence. "You know Rachel has been looking for you, right? I mean, she really looks forward in spending the night with you."

"Yeah?" Lawrence quirked an eyebrow. Sure, he had been dating Lauren for three months but she was more obsessed with her girlfriends that she did not have time to spend with him. Rachel Drake, however, was the pretty girl in school that everyone talked about, and was more accommodating that Lauren.

"She does," Jack Sparrow Jr. confirmed. "I think she is in the living room with the other guests."

Lawrence looked down at his friend and whispered, "Maybe I should go and see her."

"To sleep with her?" Sienna wanted to push him to the ground. "Lauren has better manners than Rachel, and you cannot just ditch me in this party! You brought me here!"

"I know, I know." He shook his head and looked pleadingly into her eye. "Just a few minutes, okay? I know you have a book somewhere stuck in your costume. Why don't you read in the corner and I'll go fetch you?"

"Why do I always have to clean up after you?" She mumbled and glared on the tiled floor. She hated being the second option, to be the next best choice when the original plan did not work. It was the thing she hated with Lawrence, no matter how close they might be; he often involved her in his failed plans and then left her hanging on her own.

"Just... a couple of minutes, okay?"

"Fine, but be back after an hour!" She trudged back into the farthest corner she could find, still struggling with her aunt's white heels.

There was a space in the house that was not ravaged by teenagers with slutty costumes, or a couple making out on the couch or table. It was in the balcony of someone else's room, probably one of Rachel's younger sisters, but she was not home. Sienna unpinned the nurse cap and pulled the bandages down until it was rolled loosely around her neck. She kept Markheim tucked in the uniform pocket, and pulled it out once she was prepared to read.

It was not even twenty minutes until the three boys from before entered the room: Jock the Ringleader, Skateboard boy, and Jack Sparrow-wannabe. She would have given them better names in her mind, but they all seemed like arrogant pricks to her. Jock was smirking down at her, Skateboard sat on the edge of the bed, while Sparrow was standing behind them, adjusting his brown leather vest.

"Whatcha readin'?" Skateboard asked.

"Markheim," she answered, although she was one hundred percent sure that he would not understand.

"Is it good?" Sparrow spoke this time, looking curious.

"Very good."

"Is it deep?" Jock flashed a charming smile.

"I think it would be deep if you're good." Skateboard snickered and embraced his skateboard closer.

Sienna did not fail to catch their meaning. Groaning, she stood up from the floor and pretended to dust her uniform. She tucked her book in the crook of her arm and attempted to pass through them, but Jock had grabbed her elbow and pushed her towards the balcony. She staggered for a while, her head spinning at the movement, and could hear the three of them holding back their laughter. She glared and frowned, tried to pass again, but Skateboard boy lifted his skateboard above and sent it smashing down to her head. Her vision darkened, her head hammering inside her skull, and her legs went numb underneath her.


Something was ripping; someone was touching her—all over her.

Her head still throbbed, but it was not her concern anymore. The three boys from the so-called Halloween party were hovering over her, their rough hands touching every inch of her skin, their breaths pungent with the scent of beer suffocating her. She saw Sparrow-wannabe holding down both of her arms, Skateboard boy was keeping her legs in check, while Jock grinned and tugged at his pants.

Sienna screamed in terror, and trashed her head around to get a better view. It seemed she was taken into a basement, a barren and frightening basement that had no light except from the moonlight that shone from the doorway. The floor was cold and uncomfortable; her legs kicked and kicked, and her chest heaved. Hot tears streamed down her face when Jock finally got his belt off, pulled his pants down and touched his disgusting member.

When he knelt between her legs, keeping that arrogant and mischievous look on his ugly face, Sienna screamed for help again and again.

"Shut up!" Jock slapped her across the cheek, though the stinging sensation was not her concern.

"Get off of me, you bastard!" She yelled and tried to kick him, but Skateboard held her legs tightly and Sparrow was quiet as he pinned her arms to the floor. "Please, please, get off! Lawrence! Somebody help me! Please, please!"

"Law will be back in just a few minutes, sweetheart," Jock crooned in her ear, as his fingers eagerly tugged at her panties.

She twisted away from their strong grip, screamed, cried, begged for mercy. None of it worked. She felt the disgusting sensation of his member inside her, thrusting and him pounding into her. Her tears continued to roll, her makeup smeared all over her face. She gasped at the pain, cried to kick again, begged. Nothing. When Jock finally had enough of her crying and screaming, he switched places with Skateboard boy and did the same thing.

"Stop it! Please! I have seen better dicks in the internet, so stop embarrassing yourself!"

Amidst of her crying, Sienna saw a dark figure moving from the staircase. She tilted her head up and was surprised to see another boy standing there. He was tall and lean, with a melancholic look on his youthful face, and his curly blond locks framing his face. He did not seem to be with them, though he surely did not make any attempt to stop them.

"Please, help me!" She cried out to him, practically begging. "Please, please, help me!"

"I said shut up!" Skateboard boy slapped her this time, strong enough that her upper lip broke.

She growled and rasped, "Get off of me! How dare you touch me with your filthy hands! You're not even good at what you're doing right now!"

It might have been her imagination, but she heard the boy on the staircase snicker at her feisty comment.

"You little—"

Jock pushed Skateboard aside and wrapped his hands around her throat. When he noticed the roll of bandages clinging loosely around her neck, he grinned and used that instead. He tightened the bandages more and more, taking pleasure how Sienna's face whitened and her amber eyes bulged. Her mouth gasped for breath, and her arms and legs still pinned by the two other boys. Jock, still displeased with her attitude, tightened the bandages even more and banged her head continuously on the floor.

Sienna felt her world slowly darkening. She could see spots forming at corners of her vision, her lungs threatening to give away, her hands helplessly trying to get a hold of something. She felt the pain around her neck and the fear in her mind. When Jock gave one last force into her throat, she knew it was all over.


It was Halloween tonight, his favourite time of the year. He would have left the Murder House to stroll around town or to see the beach, but the sight of three high school boys dragging an unconscious girl into the basement made him change his mind. Truth be told, he was surprised that someone would barge into the house, especially when it had numerous gruesome stories. He had checked the main door before following the three boys to the basement, and made sure Thaddeus would not scare them away.

The girl had much spirit in her; Tate Langdon had to give her that. She had screamed and thrashed around, and when that did not work, she insulted the three boys assaulting her. Tate could not help but laugh at the last comment, before the ringleader grabbed the girl by the throat and suffocated the life out of her. When she stopped screaming and gasping for air, Tate felt a little sorry; he had enjoyed so much to see her struggle. In some other life, he would have killed her himself, because he only killed the people he liked.

What fun it also was when the boys realized what they had done. The one with light blond hair in a pirate costume looked horrified enough to pee himself right then and there. The two others panicked and rushed upstairs, passing by Tate without one of them noticing.

Show's over for now I guess.

He heard Thaddeus scuffling towards the lifeless girl, whose nurse uniform was tattered open from chest to her waist. Her brown hair was a mess, her empty amber eyes still damp with her tears. Thaddeus closed in on her, sniffed, and snarled.

"Woah, big guy." Tate stopped the crawling creature from damaging the body even more.

Thaddeus gave him a puzzled look, his black eyes blinking at him. "...Why?"

"Just let this thing down here." Tate smiled and patted his head. "I am more excited what comes in the morning, when she finally awakes."


Author's Notes: Hello, hello! First things first, I am new to the AHS fandom. It is not even a month since I began watching the first season, but I certainly fell in love with the various concepts of each season and the well-thought characters. All of them have meaningful backgrounds and personalities, which motivated me to write a story of my own!

This would be my very first AHS story which focuses on the Murder House. Feel free to speak out your thoughts and opinions on your first impression, and if you have ideas on how to improve it, I would be very grateful for that!

Thank you for taking time to read, and have a very wonderful Halloween! I actually planned to get started with the story to make it in time for this. Watch out for Jock, Skateboard Boy and Jack Sparrow-wannabe. If you come across a familiar old house, make sure to go straight into the basement. Who knows? Tate might just be lurking in the darkness. ;)