Waazzzup guys! I am back into writing! I came to write this story, after re-watching murder house, while in the process of watching Hotel. Criticism is always welcome, as I will make the changes to make the story better! Anyways, lets pretend another family came, after the Harman's, then that other family. They ended up getting killed by the ghosts, leaving a bloody mess. (Insert twisted smirk). Anyways a desperate family moves in, a father, mother and a daughter... Yeah! I don't really write girlxgirl or guyxguy stuff, but hey, lets try it. Anyways, moving on..
"I like it..." Her voice came out of the blue, causing her parents to look at her confused. "I said I like it. I like this house. I think we should get it" The nodded their heads in agreement, before turning back to the over enthusiastic saleswoman. They discussed many things, which she hadn't cared to listen too at all, as they bored her.
"May I go around and look?" Her caramel gaze locked in with the mud brown eyes of the retailers. The woman nodded her head, before engrossing herself back into conversation with the other adults.
Walking slowly, her eyes scanned her new surroundings. The house had been updated a little since it's last owners, as new furniture stuck out against the older ones. The wallpaper was replaced as well, making her think some bad shit must have gone down at the home. The girl made her way into the office, poking around at the objects that remained, then exiting and moving towards the kitchen. The checkered floor was cleaned, as was the appliances as well. The kitchens checkered floor, and new appliances freshly cleaned. Muttering to herself, she turned to the basement door which was now ajar.
She raised a brow, looking around the empty kitchen, to see if anyone had purposefully left it open. Curiosity took over, she slowly made her way down the steps, into the darkness. Her hand felt the smooth, cool walls in search of a light switch, but had found none around. The lights started to flicker, as if someone had been playing with the switch, flipping on to off as fast as they could.
Should she dare to explore or should she play safe and go upstairs and stand there and pretend to be happy? Of course she would explore farther, she took risks, no matter the outcome may be for herself, or others. Brushing back the thin mousey brown colored strands from her face, she started to walk further into the unknown...
AND THAT'S ALL I IS WRITING FOR THIS CHAPPY! ITS CRAPPY OK FAM, BUT 2 WILL BE SOOO MUCH LONGER AND DETAILED. OUR DEAREST VIOLET IS GONNA BE IN IT, AS WELL AS MY TATEYPOO!