Author's Note- We do not own American Horror Story and we won't be getting paid for writing this fiction. It is for entertainment purposes only.
This chapter was written by Melissa and AngelsInstead.
Chapter One
"You're going to die in that house."
"Hush Addie, you're going to frighten our new neighbors."
"I'm just speaking the truth mama, everyone who lives in that house dies. They may not know that their dead, but they are."
"That's enough Addie, go back inside and wash up for dinner."
"I'll go, but I'm warning you, keep the lights on. They seem to be afraid of the light," Addie stated as she disappeared inside of her house.
"You'll have to excuse my Addie, she means well, but she has a very overactive imagination," the woman stated as she took a puff on her cigarette.
"It's no problem really, I'm Ben and this is my wife Vivian and this is our daughter Violet."
"It's nice to meet you all. I'm Constance, I'm sure that we'll be seeing lots of each other, but I best be getting inside," Constance stated as she watched the last remains of the sun fading behind the mountains. The darkness was coming and she knew all to well that wasn't a good thing.
"It's nice to meet you as well," Vivian called out as Constance hurried inside of her house and shut the blinds.
"Did she seem scared to you?" Violet asked.
"I'm sure that she just wanted to spend some time with her family, just like I want to spend some time with mine."
"That's so cheesy dad, I'm going to be upstairs unpacking," Violet stated as they headed into her new house and she headed up the stairs.
"Violet, Violet, come and play with us," she thought she heard someone whispering as she climbed up the dark stairs and headed into her room.
"It's just your imagination," she told herself as she turned on the lights, and began to unpack.
Even with the lights on, she could feel the hairs on her arms standing up. She felt as if she was being watched, she should feel unsettled, but the rush of adrenaline that her fear was causing was a natural high unlike any other feeling that she had ever felt before.
It was getting late so she turned off the lights and began to drift to sleep until she heard the sound of children's laughter coming from her closet. She crept out of bed and snuck to the closet door. She gasped as she opened the door and saw that she wasn't alone.
When Violet opened her closet door, she saw two ghostly pale boys with red hair, freckles, and mischievous smiles. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my closet?" Violet demanded.
The boys just laughed. The chilling music of their giggles was terribly creepy. "Tell me who you are!" Violet once again demanded.
"Our names are Troy and Bryan," said one of the twins. "We died in this house. So many died."
"Well, I don't believe in ghosts," Violet said with a heavy sigh as she sat down on her bed. "And you're not going to scare me and my parents out of our new mansion."
"Now go away!" she hollered. Suddenly, the twins disappeared... as if they hadn't even been there at all. Violet shook her head. This house was very strange. She was tired - exhausted really... but tomorrow she'd do some investigating. The first place she was going to look was in the attic. You could learn a lot about a house and it's history while searching the attic.
Violet yawned. She lay her head back on her pillow and soon she had fallen asleep. In the night, as she lay sleeping, a dark figure stood over her bed. He was watching her chest as she was breathing. She was light and she was love. She was everything he needed to feel whole again. He knew it - he had to have her.
"Violet," he said, whispering her name.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Ben and Vivian were having an argument. "I never wanted to move to LA anyway," Ben complained. "This house... there is something creepy about this house... and our neighbors just confirmed it. The realtor said that couple who lived here before us were murdered in this house. Both of them died... downstairs; in the basement."
"We're here because you cheated on me... with that little slut ~ Hayden. We're here because our son was stillborn... that's why we're here," Vivian reminded.
As they were talking, Ben saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was a lovely young woman with gorgeous red hair. She was wearing a skimpy maid's uniform. She was pretending to dust the furniture in the study, but with every sensuous movement of her body, she turned to look at him, gazing at him quite seductively. Despite his best efforts at being faithful to his wife, Ben could feel an erection forming in his pants.
"Ben, what are you looking at?" Vivian demanded.
She looked into the study and saw the elderly woman who was dressed as a maid. Moira was carefully dusting all the furniture. "Why are you looking at her in that way?" Vivian asked Ben.
"Who... who is she?" he asked.
"Her name is Moira. She's the maid. She comes with the house," Vivian replied, wondering why Ben was licking his lips as if they were suddenly dry. What the hell was wrong with her husband? Was the elderly maid turning him on?!
But to Ben, he could see the apparition as if she was young and vibrant. Her breasts were so firm and round. They were spilling from her sheer, lacy top. He wanted to fondle them. All he wanted was to touch.
"Ben, are you listening to me?" Vivian asked sharply.
Ben had to get his mind off sex. He had to work things out with his wife. But how? The maid was so luscious... and he wanted a taste of her... just one sweet taste.
Moira, the maid, had been a ghostly presence in the house ever since Constance had lived in the mansion many years ago. In an upstairs bedroom, she had been violated by the master of the house. When Constance saw her husband rutting upon the maid, she assumed they had been having an affair. She pulled out a gun and fired two shots. One penetrated deep into Moira's eye. She died instantly.
Constance had her boyfriend bury the young maid in the backyard. Soon after, she ground up her husband's body, feeding his flesh to the dogs. From that time forward, Moira had been trapped. She could never leave. The men who came to live in the house always saw her as a beautiful temptation while the females saw her as an elderly maid with one bad eye.
"Vivian, are you sure you want her working here?" Ben asked, his eyes on the maid's sexy legs. They were long and lithe. He could imagine them wrapped around his buttocks as he thrust into her deep and hard.
"Of course, I'm sure. I can't keep up with with all the housework. This place is huge."
Ben didn't say a word, but Viv must trust him again or she wouldn't let such a pretty young thing be working in their home. He had to keep his hands off the maid and concentrate on his wife. They hadn't had sex in months... not since the loss of their son.
"Let's go upstairs, Viv. I want to make love to you," Ben urged.
XXooXX
Violet had awakened in the middle of the night. She was cold. There was a great draft. It felt like icy fingers gliding over her skin.
"Is someone there?" she whispered into the darkness. "Please, if you're there, speak to me."
To her shock and surprise, a voice replied... but this time it wasn't one of the rambunctious twins. "Hello, Violet," he said. "My name is Tate. I came to tell you that you're in my room... and you're sleeping in my bed."
