It has been 3 years since the Harmon's have died in the murder house. Families have come and gone.
The first that they had successfully scared out of the house were of course the Ramos, some others were very easy to get out others though were rather tough.
No one new has joined the ghosts as of today. Marcy, the realtor, is still trying after all this time, "have you noticed the real tiffany lamps?" she said smiling in the doorway as the newcomer barely made it to the porch. "They look lovely" said the woman, she was in her forties wearing a pant suit, sun glasses covered her eyes,very flashy "Gracie! Charlie! Take a look inside."
Said the woman putting the glasses on her head "Yeah Gracie" said the dark haired male "oh shut up" his sister replied. The Two teenagers walked in the door way slightly behind their mother "oh, you have kids! Just what this house needs."
Marcy tried to say cheerfully, but sounded more worried "how old may I ask?" "Sixteen they're fraternal twins." answered the woman "twins! What fun! I've always wanted a twin."
She said trying to keep up good conversation "I bet you do." Said Grace. Grace was average height and had long wavy, sandy blonde hair, she was probably the total opposite of her brother Charlie, he was tall, wore glasses and even had a slightly better attitude than she did he carried his little pug dog in his arms. There was an awkward silence then the woman cleared her throat to reassure that Marcy was still capable of speaking "oh I'm sorry Mrs. Kozlowski ..."
she got cut off "Ms. Kozlowski... its Ms., never mind that though just call me Claire." "I apologize, Claire you must see the kitchen it's divine! If you would like to take a look around go right ahead just don't make a mess" Marcy motioned to Charlie and grace as they headed down the hallway. "Now about the rumors I hear of this place" said Claire while running her hand across the marble countertop "completely untrue" said Marcy worried "well I hope not!" "I mean well yes, full disclosu …" she got cut off again "trust me I know what has happened here. Everything. " Claire said "that's why I want it! Plus, my brother…" "Brother? Well I'm sorry it's none of my business anyways so how does the price sound good?"
Marcy finished "the price sounds perfect the whole house does! And of course it's your business I've heard you've been trying to sell this house for quite some time." She smiled as Charlie and Grace entered the kitchen "my brother, mark, thinks he might be able to communicate with the lost spirits he's been studying places like these since high school." "He's an asshole"
Said grace leaning in the door way "Gracie!" Claire said surprised "it's sorta completely true." Added Charlie as he bit into one of the small cookies laid out on the counter "he's fine I promise," she continued "maybe he can clean it out, ya know get rid of some of the bad ones who have tried to get the last ones out, that won't work on us." Marcy look astounded
"don't be so surprised. Now where is the paper work?" she hissed. Marcy's briefcase flew off the counter and plopped on the ground as the papers went flying. "Ben?" Vivien yelled from the kitchen obviously invisible and eavesdropping she headed up the staircase and found him walking down the hall "how do these guys look?" he asked
"not sure, she thinks she can 'get rid of us'" she slightly giggled. He leaned over the staircase to see the family of three leaving "what is with these people and their goddamn teenagers." He said "piece of cake." He finished "Vi," Vivien said to the house "yeah?" she turned around to find her daughter "looks like we got some newcomers. You up for it? It could be fun" "nothing's fun. Not here at least." Violet tried to remember the last time she had smiled or had 'fun' it was the first Christmas after her family had died she was glad to see her mother and father and of course her new baby brother happy. But she will never be truly happy there was really only one thing that ever made her completely and utterly happy … she snapped back to reality. Her mother was gone now, she turned down the hall to her room, well old room, or at least it was her room for now until the Kozlowski's moved in.
Arriving day and Claire was losing her mind shouting and ordering people around like Jesus is coming to visit. Tate looked out the small window of the attic while passing Beau's red ball back and forth he definitely didn't care for the mother of the family the two teenagers were a year younger than him though they were seniors he had overheard last time they visited.
Violet.
He stopped the ball and now stared blankly out the window at nothing. Beau made a small noise "she should be twenty right now living somewhere far away at a school visiting her brother and family on the weekends." He proceeded passing the ball to his brother he looked down to see the daughter, she in a way reminded him of violet and not
just the sarcasm or the parent that she hated just a little something more. Even her wardrobe was similar, but grace didn't have to worry about cut marks on her wrists. Grace would never be nor will ever be violet, grace played the ukulele, wrote short stories, and did art yet still seemed like nothing compared to violet he looked down to the left to see Charlie who seemed like a decent guy except for his stupid dog."Hello , my name is Moira I'm the maid." "Ms. Not Mrs., Ms.!" "My apologies" Moira said "Well, Marcy sent me your schedule and it sounds good I will see you Monday!" "If you like I can help you unpack your things."
"Oh, you don't have to…" Claire said "though I do need some extra help could you go tell those men over there to put the parts of the queen size bed in the bedroom up stairs?" "of course" she walked over and politely told them was was needed to be done "listen lady it is almost our lunch break…" the man turned around to see Moira as she did what she does best of course "that will be no problem miss." As his face grew a strange smile "Thank you." She said walking away.
"The maid and movers have left, now what!" Claire tried to say in a happy way "now I'm gonna go up in my room ignore my life and stare at pictures of celebrities I will never meet." Grace said while lying on the couch she slowly started to get up.
"wait don't go. this place Is haunted! Don't you want to explore?" "sure, maybe when I die and become a ghost here." Said Charlie "I have work to do anyway" Claire said glad her kids didn't want to enjoy the place anyways she was doing this for her brother in the first place. Grace was unloading a cardboard box of things to put in her room a lamp, small mirror, and some posters yes, it was the same room that Tate was killed in and the same room that Violet OD'd on sleeping pills.
she brought out a knife and a sewing kit from the box and kneeled next to her bed she cut a small rectangle in her mattress she pulled a handful of the stuffing out then reached in her hoodie pocket and stuffed three wads of cash in the hole it was actually very clever thought violet watching her. Her brothers room was down the hall, placing an empty fish tank on a low shelf he heard three tiny "pop" sounds he looked around saw a dash of orange suddenly the empty fish bowl knocked over smashing into his wrist "Charlie? Grace?" what was that?" there mother said from downstairs "shit!"
grace whispered as she quickly sewed up the ends of her hiding place "what was that?" her mother said in her door way she shrugged then heard a groan from charlie's walked in to see glass shattered everywhere bits and pieces had blood on them Charlie was kneeling down clutching his wrist with and old t-shirt "go get a broom Gracie" Claire said "where would one be?"
"I don't know try the basement." She said trying to see how deep the cut was while that stupid dog was yapping away at the excitement. Grace rushed down the stairs and found the door to the basement swinging it open she shivered. She saw a broom just below the stair grabbed it headed up when she met the top she saw a dark figure, before she could even think they grabbed her hair and smashed her head against the door she was knocked out.