Disclaimer: I Don't own American Horror Story but I do own Samantha.
Tate watched as a new family stood outside the house. They were going to be the new owners he could feel it. Maybe he would be able to play with them before the other ghosts in the house killed them. Tate heard the front door open and went to the top of the staircase to watch them.
"It's a classic L.A. Victorian." He could hear the relater talking from where he was sitting he could see a mother, a father and two younger girls.
Sisters?
One had brown hair that went past her shoulders with plan brown eyes. She was dressed like his grandmother but he could tell just by looking at her that she was a firecracker. The other girl had the same brown hair but hers was completely straight and fell right at her shoulders. Her eyes were blue but if you looked closely you could see bites of yellow in them. Her style had a 90s flair to it and in her arms was a white bored and a purple marker.
"Cooking, how romantic." The relater said in the kitchen when their dog started to bark.
'Grandma girl' (who I later found out was named Violet) went to go get the dog as the others walked into the sitting room.
"When I saw this room online I thought it would be a perfect music/dance room for Samantha." The man said.
The blue eyed girl started writing franticly on her bored and when she was done she held it up.
It said, -It's Sam, and it will do.-
Violet came back into the room as the relater was explaining that the last owners were murdered here in the house.
"Where did it happen?" Violet asked.
"The basement."
Violet looked at Sam who nodded before looking at her parantes and said, "We'll take it."
As the family got ready to leave Sam scribbled something down and held it up in front of the staircase for Tate to see.
-Hi I'm Sam. I'm 18 and I know what you are.-