"Holy hell." I muttered, stepping out of my tiny red car and gazing at the beautiful house before me.

I had found the place online. The Murder House was its formal name and I figured that's why it was sold to me for such a cheap price. I didn't know much about it, just that it had a pretty gruesome past with many murders and suicides. A lot of people had said the place was haunted or cursed, but none of it fazed me.

I wasn't inexperienced with ghosts. I was a rare soul when it came to such a subject. My mother had always pestered me about my obsession with Ouija boards and tarot cards and performing séances when given the chance. She had always wanted to protect me, my mother.

I would have never thought that, in the end, she and my father would have been the ones that were so fragile. I shivered recalling the unpleasant memories.

I quickly shook it off, beginning to grab my boxes of what little bit I did bring, as well as bringing in the animal carrier that contained my only friend at the moment: a small, black cat named Salem. I hadn't transported much. More than anything I had just wanted to leave that place and all its memories behind and if that meant departing with most of my things, then so be it.

Once I dropped my things onto the living room floor and, I began to explore the house. The up side to buying this place was that I wouldn't be required to buy any furniture. The previous owners had left everything…and I mean everything. Some sort of tragedy was what I had been informed of. Either way, I knew I'd find out what really happened in the house soon enough, I always did.

I explored the few bedrooms that were upstairs. I could have picked any one of them as mine, the master probably would have been ideal, but something drew me to one of the smaller rooms that appeared as though a teenager had dwelled in it. It was kind of comforting.

After all, I was still a teenager myself. I had just recently turned eighteen before my parents' demise and though I suppose it made me a coward, I ran as far away from those recollections as I could the first chance I got.

I began to rearrange to my liking and start putting my things up. Out of the couple boxes I brought, the first thing I pulled out was my Ouija board. I placed it on my dresser, setting up candles around it along with my sage.

I had been mocked as a witch when I had gone to school in my former town, but I guess they were kind of right.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and I awkwardly paced back downstairs to open it.

Standing on my front porch was an elderly woman with bright red hair in what appeared to be a maid costume. I raised my eyebrows suspiciously before giving into my curiosity and creaking open the door.

"Hello?" I muttered.

"Hello there. I hear you are the new residence of this home?" Her voice was so proper and modest.

"Uh, yes ma'am. Can I help you?"

"Well, you see, I have been a maid to the many owners of this house for several years and I hoped you'd let me continue that tradition."

I sighed. "As awesome as it sounds to have a maid, I just don't think I'd have the extra money-"

"Oh, no payment would be necessary. I simply wish to be able to go on doing something that occupies my time and that I feel comfortable with."

I paused for a moment, glancing behind me at how much work this house was going to be. Though it seemed somewhat suspicious, I knew that cleaning this whole place by myself would be exhausting. "Okay…well…if that's what you really want then sure."

"Good. I will be back early tomorrow morning. I look forward to it."

Shutting the door, I sprinted into the living room and collapsed onto one of the chairs as Salem curled up on my stomach.

"Well, Salem, I have a feeling this is going to be quite the adventure