Prologue
1928
"I don't want to speak to you. Go to your room." Said an older woman, pointing to the door.
The girl she was speaking to stomped her foot on the floor, her face red with anger. "No. I don't have to listen to you, you aren't my mother."
The woman shook with rage. "OUT! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT YOU UNGREATFUL CHILD!" she proceeded to chase the girl up the stairs, trying to grab the girl and inflict at least one bruise on her before she vanished into her room.
Lilia slammed the door and locked it, resting her back against it. Tears poured down her cheeks, how much more of her step-mothers abuse could she take? Crawling onto her bed she curled up with her teddy, and cried herself to sleep.
Later, when she was fast asleep like everyone else in the house, her step-mother unlocked the door and crept in. For a moment she sat on the bed at watched the pale haired girl. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, beautiful like her mother. Sighing, she gently took the pillow and smothered the young girl.
Here Lies Lilia Howard
Born 1914
Died 1928
Aged 14
She will be missed
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Chapter One:
1978
"You're going to die in there."
Lilia watched as the twin boys spat back at the young girl and went into the house anyways. She frowned, the girl was probably right, they would die. After all she had seen happen in the house, it was a wonder how it kept being sold to couples who would go mad and kill themselves or each other. Lilia flicked her hair and stood by the dark haired girl.
"They are going to die." She stated, staring at the house.
The sound of breaking glass, bat hitting things and the hollers of the boys echoed. The younger girl looked up at her and stared for a moment.
"Who are you?" she asked.
Lilia smiled down at her. "I'm Lilia, I live here. Do you want to be my friend?"
The girl furiously shook her head. "Yes! Yes, I'd like that! I'm Addie!"
"AH! AH! TROY!"
The blonde glanced back at the house. "Oh dear, I better do welcome the new guests."
Nodding to the girl, Lilia retreated back into the house and made her way down into the basement. It had always given her the creeps when she was alive, her father kept his gardening tools down there and he step-brother liked to scare her with stories of the previous owners that turned out to be true.
The wooden steps creaked with every step she took. When she reached the last step she stopped and looked around. Thaddeus was sitting on the middle of the floor, glaring at her with a hungry stare.
"Go away." She snapped and he disappeared into a dark corner. "Hideous little creature."
She entered the next room and was met by the two slashed bodies of the boys. It was grisly, certainly something the little monster would do. There wasn't any children in the house her age to play with, one of the reasons she stood back and let the demon kill them, instead of make them run away.
She knelt down next to the one in the green shirt, and gently brushed a strand of hair away from his bloodied face. He was quite handsome, different from boys in her time. Of course her bitch of a step-mother refused to let any male see her, she was always locked away when they had guests. Was she really that ugly?
"What are you doing to my body, you little freak?" someone snapped behind her.
Lilia glanced back, un-phased by the insult. "At least you're taking your death… well."
She stood and brushed off her knee length blue dress.
"What are you wearing? Is this some kind of joke?" laughed the one in the red shirt.
Lilia eyed them for a moment. "What are you wearing? Besides, this was what girls wore in the 20's."
"Tw-twenties?" they both stammered, stepping back in fear. "You're… you're…"
"A ghost and so are you." I opened my arms wide. "Welcome to the Murder House."
1994
Tate closed his door to his room in a huff. Another fight with his mother, two years was way too long. He needed to escape now. He rested his forehead on the door and thought of ways to get out and soon. Closing his eyes he pounded his fist on the door in frustration.
"Someone's mad."
Tate spun around and was met by a young girl sitting on his bed. She was holding a teddy bear and held a blank, cold stare. Her hair was a pale blonde color and curled elegantly at the tips and reached her waist. She was dressed in a knee length blue dress presumably from the 20's, with white tights and shiny, black shoes.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?" he questioned, watching her.
The girl kept his stare. "I live here."
"No you don't. This is my house!" his face grew red with anger.
The girl picked at invisible lint on her dress. "Technically speaking this is your mother's house. And I lived here long before she did."
"Lived…?" Tate backed up against the door.
Her blue eyes flicked to his. "Died in 1928, smothered by a pillow after an argument with my step-mother. She stupidly thought that I was sleeping with her good-for-nothing son, who in fact raped me."
Lilia stood and brushed off her dress. "I want another toy to play with. So please die soon."
Then she just vanished.
And a month later, 15 students at Westfield High were gunned down. There killer was shot several times in his own house. Lilia had her new toy.
