AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is loosely based off several characters from the hit soap One Life to Live.

Also, I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's One Life to Live or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.

This story is AU with a supernatural twist.

~*~Chapter One : There's a Place~*~

When she was seven years old, her parents had almost drowned in a boating accident. Marty Saybrooke had always considered herself lucky that her mom and dad had survived that fateful day and that she still had her family. When she was seventeen, the Saybrookes left their home in Boston and traveled to Llanview, Pennsylvania. Her parents had purchased a 12 bedroom Victorian mansion in a wealthy neighborhood. Her father was opening a psychiatric practice in their home, and her mother was three months pregnant with Marty's little brother or sister. It was a new life and a new adventure. Marty couldn't wait to make some new friends.

They hadn't been in their new home long when the doorbell rang, and there stood a teenage boy. "Hi, I am Jason Webb," he said. "I'm your new neighbor."

"I'm Margaret Anne Saybrooke, but everyone calls me Marty," she told him. "Why don't you come in?"

"I don't know if I should," said Jason as he stood on the porch steps and smiled at her sheepishly. "I always said I'd never step foot in THAT house, not after what happened..."

"Why? What are you talking about?" Marty asked.

"You mean you don't know?" Jason responded.

"Don't know what?"

"You're living in the Murder House!" Jason informed her. "Everyone who lived there before died violently!"

Marty's eyes were huge as she heard Jason's explanation. Murder house? "What? People were killed in our house?" she asked in surprise.

"Yeah... a LOT of people," Jason replied. "I can't believe you didn't know that."

"The Realtor must not have told my dad. At least he didn't mention it," Marty stated.

"Well, it happened. And I thought you should know. Anyway, I have to be going."

"Wait!" Marty called out. "Will I see you again?"

"Sure," Jason said as he turned back and gave her a smile. "I'll see you tomorrow at school."

Marty smiled too and then she closed the door. She had made a new friend. Life in Llanview, Pennsylvania wouldn't be so bad ... except they were living in a Murder House.

Marty went into the parlor to question her dad about what Jason had said. "Who was at the door, sweetie?" Dr. Marshall Saybrooke asked his teenage daughter.

"The boy next door. He says we are living in a Murder House."

"Don't worry about that, Marty. Those things happened a long time ago. We are living here now ... and I am setting up my new psychiatric practice in the library. Your mother and I are happy and we'll soon be having a new baby to love. This is OUR home ... and although tragic events happened here in the past, that doesn't mean this home can't be happy."

"Alright, Dad. I just feel uneasy; knowing that someone was murdered here in the house we live in."

"Don't worry about it, dear. You're starting school tomorrow and you'll be making tons of new friends. You won't have time to worry about past events," Marshall said with a smile.

"Okay. I won't worry," Marty said as she kissed her father's cheek. "I am going on up to my room now. I am not quite finished decorating."

"I am glad you like your room, Marty. I think it's the best room of the house."

Marty hurried up the tall, wooden staircase after leaving the parlor. She walked down a long, narrow hall until she reached her room with the dozens of picture windows. It was the best room of the whole house and she loved it with all her heart. "This is my room and I am happy here. This is the best place ever!" she exclaimed as she lay back on her bed.

There in the darkness, lurking in the shadows, stood a figure. He was watching quietly and waiting. Now that she was here, he would never be alone. She had filled the rooms with light once again. And she was everything he had ever wanted.