Someone has moved in the Murder House.

Not just one, but two more, a family. Violet watches from the shadows, invisible because she doesn't want them to see her. Only Moira has shown her face so far, typical when the father has a liking for her. Violet sits on the steps most of the time, turning her head left and right as she watches the father and mother go from one room to another. They hardly ever go up the stairs; they were too busy with work. Violet counts the hours – a habit. What else was she supposed to do? She thought it was overrated to join the other ghosts on scaring the new family. She couldn't steep to that level; they were the ones that scared off her parents.

It has been five years since Violet's parents ran way to continue their happy life. When Ben came home with Vivien from the psyche ward, Violet had taken her decaying body from the basement and dragged it to where her father would see it immediately.

She waited until they finally pulled up on the drive way, disappearing from the naked eye. There was a silence, a pause, and then Ben fell to the floor. He cried, hysterical and violently. Vivien walked in half after later, her mouth opening as if she were about to say something. She looked tired and annoyed – Violet thought it was probably because Vivien had waited, thinking Violet was throwing a 'teenage' tantrum. Only if it were true but Violet saw the look on her mother's face, the way her expression fell. Her brows came together, her hand covering her mouth and the other reaching for something to hold on to. She fell to the ground, hand reaching out for her daughter but instead she pulled back.

In the back of Violet's mind, even in this moment, she still had a snarky remark. Even she would've been grossed out of her rotting body.

There was a misunderstanding. Vivien had thought the worse, melodramatically accusing Ben on killing their daughter. Ben tried to explain that he had dragged Violet to the car, pulling her by the arm – she felt so alive – begging to leave her. She admitted it then, she was dead but Ben wouldn't believe her. It was a crazy idea. He had ignored her, rolling his eyes.

There was more arguing, shouting and crying and Violet just watched. Despite her empty vessel, she nearly forgot that they were here. She had imagined she were seven years old again, sitting on the stairwell while mom and dad argued about money. They almost looked normal, the family they were before the moved in. Violet wished for those times but she was dead.

And she has to get her mother and father to leave, so they can be safe.

It took two weeks before Ben and Vivien left Murder House and Violet and all the other ghosts. Violet didn't move from her bed after that for weeks. She was dead, it didn't matter. She is forever bound to the house. A forgotten soul.

"Cameron?"

That's the boy's name.

Tate's favourite word.

This isn't even how the story goes. Well, some parts, but not all of it. The part of the story where her parents run away seems to lighten the story a bit.

Let's rewind a bit. Violet is not dead, nor has the other family moved in. It is 1993, December 28. The Harmon family has just moved in and the boy named Cameron does not come in into the picture until later.

Who is this Tate? He must play an important role to be mentioned like that.

Who is Cameron?

Why does that matter? Cameron is a different story; this one is about a girl named Violet and a boy named Tate, who fell in love, be teenagers, have sex, disrespect parents, talk back to teachers, and die loved, years before this boy named Cameron moves in.

i'm really sorry for the grammer and mispelling. and yes call me lazy for not even bothering to correct it.