Authors note:- Another day, another story. I've been wanting to write an AHS for quite a while, yet could never really find the inspiration to do so, alas, I've found it while watching AHS re-runs on Tv.

This is also being written on my phone until I get my laptop back, so if there's any mistakes, I apologise in advance.

Disclaimer:- There's nothing that I own except my OC, whom I've spent hours trying to perfect and this is whom I came up with.

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June 2015

There wasn't much that she really wanted to do with her life. Travel was one of her main fortes in life, but at Twenty-Three years old, her mother said that it was time for her to perhaps settle into a career. She had never really known how to work, since straight out of school, she had jumped on to a plane and flew away from the family she had listened to as they critiqued her appearance, her personality, her life achievements. And now, after an entire year of plane hopping, tasting exotic foods and blending in with the locals, she had found herself back in what called itself 'the land of the free', the atmosphere felt the same, the warm summer sun blaring down on her sleeveless shoulders, the smell mixture of petrol and smog filled her lungs as she shifted her backpack higher on her shoulder. She looked up at the somewhat familiar scenes as she watched the yellow taxi drive past her. Los Angeles hadn't changed a single bit since she was last there, and while she hadn't expected it to change within the year she was gone, she was somewhat disappointed when she realised it hadn't.

She began to walk towards the hotel she had found and booked online, it wouldn't have been her first choice of her budget allowed it, but at the price, she wasn't going to say no.

Smiling at the woman with the crimped hair and the cigarette hanging from her lips, she pushed open the doors and walked inside. The smell was the first thing she noticed, the musky smell of age which didn't surprise her when she saw the old fashioned outlay. A small smile graced her deep red painted lips as she moved further into the building; making eye contact with the aging woman with the horned rimmed glasses and gave a small nod.

"What can I help you with?," The lazy drawl came from the older woman's lips.

Again shifting her backpack up her shoulder, the younger woman gave another smile, "Yes, I've made a booking for one of your rooms. Emmaline Tyler. I made the booking online," She explained, watching the woman slowly look through her guest book before turning around and picking out a key from the pigeon hole.

"Room 67. You were booked in for room 64 but we've had to make some rearrangements due to a special guest staying in the hotel," The woman explained, "The owner said that if you have a problem with the room, the owner has said to feel free to bring it up with him"

Emmaline nodded slowly, listening to the woman's words. The feeling of uneasiness flowing through her stomach as she cautiously took the key off the counter, "I'll be sure to remember that. Thank you,"

The woman reached over and rang the bell on the counter; moments later a man with a shaved head wearing woman's clothing and make-up walked out from a side room, "Liz will show you your room,"

The man lead her through an array of hallways and stairs before coming to a halt before a wooden door which showed the room number in gold lettering. The man waited for a moment as Emmalime dug through her denim short pockets, trying to find where she left her cash.

"Just a sec-," She mumbled in an embarrassed tone as she pulled her backpack off her shoulder and opened it up, pulling out a small handful of dollar bills and passed them over to him, "Thank you" She smiles as she pushed her backpack on her shoulder and put her key into the keyhole, pushing open the door.

The room was simple. A large double bed, a television which she soon realised only had two working channels, a chest of draws and a bathroom off to the side. She threw her backpack down on to her bed and let out a long sigh. The feeling of unnervousness still flowed through her body, the feeling that she was being constantly watched. Deciding to look around the hotel, she left her bag on the bed, only taking out a few notes and leaving the room.

She never noticed the man in the suspenders with the moustache following her down the empty hallway, almost watching her step for step behind her; observing the way she dresses, the way she walked, the colour of her hair; her posture told him that she was defeated, she was tired, and she so desperately needed to sleep.

Forever?

He hasn't gotten that far, because she soon turned around and stared at the exact spot he had been standing. She was troubled and he saw that within the first moments he had seen her entering the hotel.

Emmaline found herself very quickly at the bar/dining area, noting that the same man ho had helped her find her room, was also serving behind the bar.

Liz.

She had quickly recalled the name as she sat a few seats down from a dark haired man who was speaking with the man.

"What can I get for you?," He asked her, throwing a dish cloth onto the bar.

Emmaline looked at the variety of spirits on the shelves, she decided to settle with a White Wine Spritzer.

With her drink settled in front of her, she soon learnt of the mans man who was seated next to her; John.

He was married, soon to be divorced of his wife had her way, and was an ex police officer.

"So what about you? What do you do with yourself?" He asked, noticing the small shrug Emmaline gave in response.

She took a sip of her wine, "I travelled around the world for a while. Got my feet dirty. I'm her for a week and then I'll fly home to New York to hopefully settle down a bit. Well, that's what my Mom would like me to do anyway,"

"You don't want too?" John offered.

Emmaline shook her head, "No way, travelings way too much fun. The things you see, the people you meet…it's refreshing," She breathed as she ordered herself another wine.

John slid off his barstool and leant closer to Emmaline, and in a hushed tone, he warned; "Keep your eyes open here," He mumbled before bidding goodnight and making his way down the stairs.

"Strange man," She mumbled into her wine as she took another long sip of it.

Liz walked over and stood in front of her, "He's right you know. This hotel is known for its-" He seemed to struggle with the words for a moment, "Anomalies" He finished.

Emmaline slid off her chair, she was somewhat happy that her gut instinct hadn't failed her and wondered if perhaps she should pack her bag and leave. Instead she gave the bar tender a smile, "I'll keep that in mind. Goodnight," She offered as she moved away from the bar. Smiling at the man leaning against the bannister and leaving the area for the night.

Liz looked over at James March, the mans brown eyes never leaving the younger woman as she left through a door.

"She's hiding something," Liz commented.

James turned around and smiled at the other man, not a word escaping his lips. He knew what he was going to do, what his mind and body craved him to do; but instead he only found himself observing the younger woman, wondering what could cause a woman her age to seem so old yet so young at the same time.

Soon.

He promised himself. Soon she'll be just another ghost in this hotel, doomed to spend all of eternity bathed in blood and pain. Just like the rest of them.