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Warring bad speller and bad at proper writing endure if you wish to read:)
summary Devon (a.k.a.) Dove has had a ghost encounter before but never dived deep into the supernatural world till now. Her Family moves into the Murder House a few years after the Harmon's died and many family's later they given up scary them all out. Dove finds herself choosing what world to belong to as she meets Tate and many others. Including the frist owners! Dr. Charles Montgomery so far does have a big part to play in this story. IDK I loved his and his wife Nora story the most in AHS MH!
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The house was eerie, I loved its Victorian feel and the Tiffany fixtures but something was truly out of the ordinary here. I lay down on my bed not wanting to finish my unpacking it's two in the morning and I'm only through half the boxes. I sighed getting up heading down the stairs to the kitchen I grabbed a bottle of water since it was the only thing in the house. I walk back up the stairs to my room falling straight on my bed going to sleep…
I woke up late the next day 11:45 I rolled out of bed doing my morning routine, brushing my teeth, showering and my makeup and hair. I walked down stairs seeing my mom and dad in the living room eating pizza and unpacking.
"Hey" I greet them taking a slice of pizza.
I take a bite as my dad hugs me sideways and my mom continued to hang a picture.
"Isn't it looking great?!" My dad asks cheerfully.
"Beyond great!" I answer. "You guys are getting this done fast"
"We have to I've got a patient tomorrow" dad tells me.
"Wow that's earlier" I say.
"The mother insisted"
"Oh, okay"
"Isn't it awesome I'll be home all the time now" dad jokes pulling me in a hug rocking me.
I squirm; I love my dad but having him home all the time is a scary thought.
"Oh yeah totally" I obviously lie. "I'm gonna go finish my room and try not to kill myself" I laugh.
I run up the stairs as my mom and dad laugh continuing to put the house in order. Walking in my room I tripped on a sack of C.D's I shuffle on my feet narrowing my eyes I don't remember pulling those out like I really don't remember. I shake it off putting everything in order in my room I was nearly finished when my mom called me down for dinner. We ate more pizza sitting and talking on the sofa in the living enjoying happy family time while it lasts.
I walked up to my room throwing my hair up in a ponytail ready for bed. I walked to covers that use to be neatly made seeing them wrinkled as if someone was laying on them. I pick up one of the many C.D cases that are spilled on my bed. Why does mom or dad keep going through my music? They hate this stuff and why leave a mess behind that's beyond rude. I grab them arranging them alphabetically and by genre again, O.C.D my dad says as I say efficient. I yawn as it takes me an hour to finish once I'm done I strip into a crop top and boy shorts going to sleep.
The fire creeps in from down the stairs where Devon father, John stood over the stove holding his hand over the flames. Devon tossed in her sleep hearing fire crackles around her, sweating from the heat that was put out long ago. She swore the sounds of children screaming were right in her ear as if she was sharing the bed with them. Tears ran down her cheek as she slept dreaming flames taking over her room.
"I need someone to feel my pain" a burned woman confesses dispirited her voice was echoed coming from far away.
Devon sobs still asleep as she feels the pain of the burned woman knowing something was wrong but unable to wake herself from her sleep. An underline voice went mainly unheard but she caught it's cries in the background, a baby crying, sobbing, it kick in her natural mothering instincts, making her blood boil. She continued to thrash till finally her water flowing eyes opened.
I jump up from my bed standing by the bed. I quickly wipe my wet face, sniffling, panicking as I wonder why I was crying. I still heard the flames crackling far away, something's wrong I know something's wrong. I held my stomach feeling it drop to the floor I rush out of my room using my phone flashlight app to make it to my dad's room safely still unfamiliar with the house. I opened the door slightly making out faded furniture shapes. Covering half the light with my hand I flash it to the side of the bed. I see my mom asleep safe and sound then to the other side seeing an empty space where dad should be. I panic as my pulse quickens rushing blood everywhere.
I looked to the bathroom seeing the door opened I peaked inside knowing I'd rather see something I didn't want to see then not know if dad was okay. As I looked I see no dad I rushed out of the room looking down every hall checking my bathroom looking in my room maybe dad had the same feeling and went to check up on me. No as I looked in the bathroom, no as I looked through all the upstairs hallways, no as I checked my room and the other ones up here. I darted down the stairs feeling a burning feeling in my throat. I ran through the main level of the house till I stopped in the kitchen.
"Dad thank god" I sigh in relief.
He stood back facing me in a pair of boxers, I let the fact he was in underwear go I really needed to be comforted by him right now. I feel like a crazy person running around the house looking for him of course he came down here for a midnight snack. But we don't having any food beside pizza and you heat that up in a microwave not on a stove? I wonder why dad stood in front of the stove. His body didn't turn to me didn't shift from standing for a while I am more worried than before.
"Dad?" I call to him shaky.
I walk closer standing side to side. My eyes widen seeing him hovering his hand over the blue flames. I gasp unable to think. I have to be dreaming what's going on?! I quickly turn off all the burners as dad just stood there like a zombie. I look up jumping as I see the woman whose voice played in my nightmare; she stood there burned with red singes still hot on her skin.
"I need someone to feel my pain" the burned woman says.
At the same time as she spoke I shake in terror screaming as I fell to the floor shutting my eyes tight. This can't be real she can't be real, can't be alive!
"DOVE!" dad called out to me.
I felt him drop to his knees beside me grabbing my face in his hands.
"Dove open your eyes" he begs.
When he pulls me into him I stop my screaming, clawing to be closer to him. I sniffle, weeping from the horrors of the burned woman.
"Daddy!" I sob.
He tightens and I push my head up resting my chin on his shoulders looking to where the dead woman was standing to see no woman. I dreamt it, I must have.
"Daddy" I whimper.
"What's going on?!" mom rushes down the stairs yelling.
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I lay in my bed listening to mom and dad talk about what just happened a few hours ago in the hall as they thought I was asleep.
"She had to be sleepwalking" dad says.
"It's been so long, I hate this" mom tells him.
"I need to get dressed my first appointment should be here in an hour we'll talk later" dad sighs.
"Okay, I'll go make some pancakes, Dove loves pancakes" she says.
They both left the hall. I weep quietly on my bed curled into a ball holding my pillow tight. Why would I start sleepwalking again, I hate this, I hate this, hate it! That woman she was so real so scary. I shook it off standing from bed whipping my face turning it red as I brushed all my tears away. I walked over to my white vanity trying to save some face.
I applied less makeup than normal, a double amount of concealer to cover my dark circles from lack of sleep, foundation and lose powdered, my normal perfect, natural, boxed, arched painted on brows, a slight line following my lashes with black stick eyeliner, then mascara, and a soft pink blush leaving out my normal sparkly eye shadow matched with cat eyes and dark brown blush to contour my face. I grab my mid length white blonde hair pulling it in a messy bun on top of my head pulling my flyaway's free adding some prettiness to my laziness.
I pulled on my black leggings, a blue oversized sweater hanging off my left shoulder and put on my pink fuzzy slippers. I headed down stairs not seeing anyone in sight. I walked past dad office hearing him talking to a boy inside. I continue to walk past looking for my mom not seeing her anywhere I guessed she was out. I walked back up stairs and saw I had two boxes left I might as well finish now. I grabbed my iPod putting in my ear buds turning the volume hearing losing loud.
'Somewhere in the end of all this hate,
There's a light ahead,
That shines into this grave that's in the end of all this pain.'
I continue putting my clothes away hanging them in my O.C.D way, jackets and sweaters to the far left then shirts in the middle followed by skirts and dresses all arranged by color and length of sleeves. By the time I finished with my clothes the song was replaying.
'In the night ahead there's a light upon this,
House on a hill,
The living, living still,
Their intention is to kill and they will, they will,
But the children our doing fine,
I think about them all the time,
Until they drink their wine and they will,
They will, they will.'
I shiver feeling someone behind me. I turn fast. I jump and gasp as I see a blonde hair boy in my doorway. I rip of my headphones out looking to the man confusedly.
"I like that song, but if you listen to it any louder you'll probably go deaf" he lowly comments. "Not like there's anything good to hear in this shity world anyway"
He looks around the room depressed.
"Who are you?" I ask leaving a distance between us.
"Tate" he tells me walking in my room more. "I just finished talking to your dad" he tells me.
So he's the patient with the pushy mom.
"Devon" I greet him. "Does my dad know you're up here?"
He shifted at the question.
"I just thought your dad was pretty cool so you must be cool to" He said and squirmed rubbing the back of his neck. "Unlike all the other judgmental bitches" he says with pure spite.
"Oh"
So He thinks since my dad wont judge him I won't and now he wants a friend, I'm guessing he super depressed and gets bullied. No harm there but still I really shouldn't be talking to him dad would get mad.
"No judgment here" I tell him truthfully. "But I do have to ask my dad if it is alright to hang with you if he gives the okay I'm down" I inform him.
"Yeah, um okay" He says shyly walking out the door then stops in the middle of the doorway. "And if he doesn't?"
"If he doesn't I'm sure we'll talk here and there" I smile.
I held back my feeling of being creeped out it was rude to think he was creepy for seeing my dad. He obviously just a shy guy and it would be nice to have a friend already.
The rest of the day I hind away in my room my mom kept coming up with food and snacks I said my thank you's and shut the door I didn't want to see their concern written on their faces. That night I ate the taco's my mom made for us in my room watching T.V, reruns of supernatural. After I was done eating and my show was over I took my plate down stairs I stopped after I put my plate in the sink to look over to the stove. No woman stood there I sighed feeling like a fool. I turn fast as something catches my attention from the corner of my eye. Seeing nothing in sight I take deep breaths trying to calm myself. I'm going crazy. I left the kitchen back to my room going to bed hoping I won't sleepwalk again.
While Devon slept the cries of the baby haunted her dreams casting them into nightmares. Devon woke but felt no control over her body and also had no concern about her zombie like state. She walked through the halls stumbling a bit as she entered what use to be a nursery for a child long ago dead. The room was filled high with boxes all push to the walls. Devon walked in the center of the room seeing no boxes but a lovely baby's room and a beautiful dark cherry crib centered the room with a sheer white cloth over it.
Devon placed her hand upon the railing seeing a small shape inside the crib a long lost memory of a fair-haired baby boy, Thaddeus. She pulled the cloth off seeing the baby boy sleeping safely it warmed her heart. This being in the room was not a ghost of any sorts but just collected memory's with so much energy staining the house and filling the nursery at times but only for those who can see what truly is and what was. She stood there watching the baby coo in his sleep till the memory was gone and all that was left was boxes pushes against the wall.
Devon walked back to her room mindless and lay back in bed she gave no mind when she saw a young girl around her age going through her music. And as she slept besides hearing the girl looking around her room she heard again a baby crying haunting her dreams once more…
Okay chapter One!
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