Note: I do apologize for the gap in between posts; I haven't given up on these stories! Just been busy, haha. But I'll keep updating when I can.

The moving truck pulled up in front of the Murder House and all eyes peeked from the safety of their houses, curious who the next unfortunate souls were. Tate grumbled as he climbed out of the front seat and his sister Adelaide jumped out after him. Although she was older, she had a very childlike personality. She got excited over the littlest things and was almost never upset.

Constance eyed her new house and then surveyed the many boxes that had to be carried in. "Get to work, Tate," she ordered as she swayed into the house. He mumbled some profanity under his breath as he grabbed a box and followed the movers into the house. Addie was running around the yards, enjoying the sunny LA day.

Violet was following Tate around as he carried boxes in the house. She enjoyed that she could be invisible to people when she wanted to and to whom she wanted. She sat down on the stairs as he huffed around, spurting out profanity every once in a while about how his mother should just suck off the moving men and maybe they'd do their job faster. Violet giggled at him; she found him oddly fascinating. He wasn't like the guys she knew when she was alive; he had depth.

She was getting a little bored watching him, so she decided to venture off and spy on the other members of his family. The first one she came to was Addie. Addie was dancing around the house without a care in the world. Violet watched her dance around the empty living room, imitating a guy dancing with her. Addie stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face Violet. Violet was startled by that and started to back away. "I know there's something watching me," Addie explained. "I can feel it."

Violet was shocked that Addie could sense her; nobody was supposed to be able to. Since Addie had the childlike innocence, she wasn't tainted by life and could feel other life forces. Addie got a little frightened after she thought about it and didn't know what to do. She stumbled backwards onto the floor and scurried against the wall. "Are you going to kill me?" she asked. "I don't want to die in here," she protested. "Tate!"

Tate heard her screaming and ran into the living room; he ran over to Addie and squatted down. "What is it, Addie? Are you hurt?" Addie shook her head and pointed. Tate looked where she was pointing but there was nothing there. "What, Addie?"

"Tate, we're going to die in here," she spoke, her voice shaking. Tate sat down next to her and pulled her into a hug. "I don't want to die, Tate. I don't…"

Tate sat with her trying to calm her down and after a few minutes, Violet decided to venture off to see who else she could find. In the room that used to be her dad's office, she found Constance with one of the movers. He had his pants down around his feet and Constance was… paying him. Violet was appalled by the sight and quickly ran out of the room, not watching where she was going and running into something. "Ow," she protested.

"Violet, what are you doing spying on these people?" Vivien fussed. "I told you not to do that."

Violet rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry… I'm just… bored of this house and interested in them."

Vivien shook her head. "No, you're interested in that boy. Violet, he can't know about us."

"Well, I…uh…kinda already talked to him." Violet looked down at the floor. "But he thinks I'm alive. He doesn't know the truth."

Sighing, Vivien spoke. "Good. I don't want you talking to him, again. Do you understand me?" Violet nodded and Vivien left.

Violet bit her lip as she contemplated what to do. There was a car honking outside that interrupted her thought process. She ran to the front of the house to see a van parked outside the house; an older man, an older red head woman, and a boy whose face was disfigured got out and started to the house. Constance was running out of the office, fixing her lipstick when the door opened.

"Mother, your puppet is here," Tate groaned.

Constance primped herself some more before walking to the door. "Larry, honey," she said in her southern accent. "How was the ride?" she asked. She glared at the older red headed woman and hugged the boy. "Beauregard, my little angel; I missed you!"

"Come on, Beau, let's go find a room that works for you and Moira," Tate said with a smile. He took Beau's hand and as they walked past Constance, Tate glared at her. Violet followed the three of them upstairs.

The first door they got to, Tate opened it and looked in at the purple colored bedroom. He looked at the room and then at Beau; he kneeled down next to Beau and said, "Do you mind if I take this room?" Beau shook his head and Tate smiled. Violet grinned that Tate was taking what used to be her bedroom.

Tate took Beau upstairs to the attic and Beau took a liking to the large room. "Alright, Beau, this will be your room. I'll bring up your stuff after dinner, okay?" Beau nodded and ran over to the window in the attic. Tate loved his brother and sister, and even Moira; he hated Larry with a burning passion and was absolutely detested with his mother.

Moira was in the kitchen preparing dinner when there was a knock at the door. She wiped her hands off and walked to the front door; two young men stood on the other side, holding a casserole dish. "May I help you?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, we're the neighbors from across the street," the dark haired man spoke. "I'm Chad and this is my partner, Patrick."

Moira was taken aback by his use of the word partner but who was she to judge anyone? "Nice to meet you, Chad, Patrick; I'm Moira, the Langdon's maid."

Patrick nudged Chad and Chad playfully smacked his head. "Where is my brain? We came over to bring you this casserole Patrick made. He's not just fortunate in the good looks department, but also a culinary school graduate."

"Oh, well, thank you, very much," Moira spoke as she took the casserole. She heard her water boiling on the stove. "My water is boiling, won't you come in? I'll be right back," she said as she ran into the kitchen.

Chad and Patrick were standing in the foyer, admiring the decorations when Constance emerged from the upstairs. "Hello, I'm Constance Langdon, woman of the house. Just who might you be?" She could already tell they were together and she was appalled that they were in her house.

Chad smiled. "My name is Chad and this is Patrick; we live across the street and decided to bring over a casserole for you. Moira had to run to the kitchen and told us to come in," he explained.

Constance clenched her jaw. "She did, did she? Well, I'm deeply sorry, but we're getting ready for dinner." She motioned to the door.

Chad nodded and walked over to the door. "It was a pleasure to meet you," he said before leaving.

Constance put her hand on the door. "Moira," she shouted, storming into the kitchen. She spotted the casserole on the counter and threw the entire thing into the sink, making it break. "How dare you let those… those… disgusting vermin into my house?"

"I'm sorry, Constance, I was in a hurry and they seemed nice."

"What they are is an abomination and now you'll have to wash the foyer from head to toe, tomorrow."

Moira frowned. "Tomorrow is my day off," she reminded Constance.

"Not now it's not. It's your own fault for allowing them to come in my house."

Moira nodded and continued stirring the noodles.