Author's note: I hope that this chapter clears up all of your questions about the little town. This chapter is all about how the Harmon family became the ghosts that they are today. Enjoy!

Sometime around 10 years ago…

Violet was sitting in the living room listening to her parents gush and coo over Sunny. Sunny was their perfect 15 year old daughter. Sunny had just gotten a letter from school saying that she had made perfect scores on all of her yearly tests and had a perfect GPA. The only letters that Violet got from the school were about her awful behavior and lack of respect for the school guidelines. Violet was not a typical 17 year old girl. She did not have any friends and was perfectly happy being a loner. She spent most of her time listening to music and read books. Both of which consisted of words about hating everything. Her parents paid her little attention and rarely asked her anything about herself. They were always focused on Sunny. Violet would never admit it out loud, but she was jealous of the love that Sunny received from their parents.

Violet looked around the living room at all of the moving boxes. The entire Harmon family was moving to sunny California in two days because one of Ben's patients went crazy and began to stalk him. Violet was livid about the move. She hated California. It was stuck on one temperature, hot. Violet did not like hot weather. She liked the cold that was so familiar in Boston. She liked to watch the leaves change colors. She liked to walk through the snow. She hated California already.

"I am just so excited to go to California!" Sunny said bubbly. Violet rolled her eyes and let out a sigh.

At least they were moving during summer vacation, so Violet would not have to start at a new school in the middle of a semester. Starting at the beginning of the year made it easier for Violet to blend into the shadows and hide from everyone. She was not a people person at all.

2 MONTHS LATER

The Harmon family was finally settled in their new home. Violet loved the house. It had soul. There had even been a few murders in this house, how cool. Violet felt at home as soon as she walked into her bedroom. There was something about this house that pulled her in. Violet had been in her room for the majority of the time since the move. Her parents rarely bothered her because they were focused on renovating the house. Violet also liked to explore the basement and the attic. Even though Violet loved the house, ever since they moved in her depression seemed to get worse. She was not eating or sleeping well. She could not stand to look at Sunny because her jealousy made her want to harm her.

It was late one night when Violet snuck into her parent's bathroom and found her dad's box of razor blades. She slipped one into the pocket of her sweater and quietly snuck back to her room. She sat on the floor of her bathroom and played with the blade in her hand. She could feel all of her anger and sadness boiling inside of her. She had finally hit her breaking point today when her family left her at home to go out on the town. They fucking left her without even asking if she wanted to go with them. She was so upset, and she wanted to make them all pay for how they had been treating her.

That was the night that Violet Harmon killed herself.

Violet woke up immediately after she bled out on the bathroom floor. She looked down at her dead body lying on the floor. She had to long, straight cuts on both of her wrists. Her hands and upper arms were completely red with her blood. There was a pool of blood on the floor near her wrists. Dying had felt just like falling asleep and having that dream about falling. She instantly woke up as soon as her heart stopped beating. She also woke up with the knowledge of what exactly was going on in this small town. She knew about the ghosts and about not being able to leave the town. She was not sure how she knew all of this, but she did.

Violet watched as her parents and sister cried over her death. Her father seemed to take the loss the hardest. They held a small funeral for her and the only people that attended, besides the three of them, was the mayor and his family. Well that is depressing, Violet thought as she watched her funeral. She had been such a loner that no one came to her funeral. She watched her mother put on a great show though. After her family left, the mayor and his family walked over to Violet. She panicked for a spilt second, wondering why they could see her.

"Don't worry, my dear." Larry spoke calmly to her. "We are here to welcome you officially to our little town. We suspect that you know about the ghosts and the town rules?" Violet nodded her head, unsurely. "Yes, good. That is something that happens when you die in this town. The town has a mind of its own and likes to make sure that all of the ghosts know it. Only ghosts can see you now unless you make yourself known. Since the rest of your family is still alive, we think it would be best for you to stay hidden. Well anyways, welcome and please do not make too much of a scene around town." Larry and his family smiled at her before walking away.

What the fuck? This is the weirdest town in the entire world. Great job mom and dad for picking to move us to Ghost Town, USA. Violet rolled her eyes and walked back to her house.

In the following 2 weeks, Violet watched her mother and father put all of their attention on Sunny. They were making sure that she had the nicest of everything: clothes, shoes, jewelry, etc. Violet's jealousy of her sister seemed to be more heightened now that she was dead. She would constantly want to strangle the life out of her pretty little sister.

One night, Violet was sitting on the window ledge in her bedroom, smoking a cigarette. She had been trying to block all of the negative thoughts and darkness that was boiling inside of her, but she couldn't anymore. It was tearing her apart. She stubbed the cigarette out and moved away from the window. Her eyes were smoldering with anger. She walked down stairs and into the kitchen, taking one of the large knives out of the wooden holder. She moved back up the stairs and into her sister's bedroom. She watched her sister sleeping for a few moments, letting her anger and hatred reach its peak before she plunged the knife into her sister's chest. She continued to stab her sister until she was covered in blood.

"I can't believe you just killed me! You bitch!" Violet turned around to see Sunny standing behind her. Violet smirked at her before turning and walking out of the room. Sunny ran after her. "Wait! Violet, what do I do now? Am I a ghost?"

Violet didn't turn around to face her sister when she answered her question. "You should already know the answer to those questions."

Sunny grabbed Violet's arm and yanked her backwards. Violet swung around and smacked her sister across her face. Sunny started to cry. "Why did you do this to me?"

"Because!" Violet screamed. "You fucking deserved it! You didn't even care when I killed myself! Now you are going to suffer just like I did!" Violet turned around and left Sunny crying in the hallway.

Ben and Vivien found their youngest daughters body the next morning. They were so stricken with grief that they killed themselves. Ben was found hanging from the second floor banister, and Vivien was found on the floor of her bedroom with a gun shot going through her head. There were no funerals held for the 3 remaining Harmon family members. Their bodies were taken from the house quietly and quickly. Ben, Vivien, and Sunny were all sitting in the living room of the house when the mayor stopped by to pay them a visit. He explained to them exactly what he told Violet when she died, except now the rules had changed.

"Since you entire family is dead, you can make yourself known to the living and be seen around town. It will be like you never died. The only rule is you must never tell the living that you are a ghost. The town has a power that keeps them from figuring it out as long as the ghosts keep their mouths shut. I have high hopes for this family. You all seem like great people. Please feel free to call or stop by my office at any time if you have any questions or concerns. Have a nice day."

Vivien escorted the mayor to the door and waved to him sweetly as he was leaving. Vivien turned to face her husband and young daughter. "I am going to go talk to Violet." She said as she was walking up the stairs.

Vivien found her oldest daughter in her bedroom. Violet was sitting by the window, smoking. Vivien walked up to her and ripped the cigarette from her daughter's lips. "That is the last time you will ever smoke! Do you understand me?"

Violet glared at her mother. "Oh so now that we are all dead, you finally care?"

"Are you happy with yourself, Violet? With what you did to this family?"

Violet stood up and walked away from her mother. "Why would I be happy? Nothing has changed! Now that we are all dead, everything is going to stay the same!"

Vivien laughed. "Oh you are very wrong, my dear. Everything is going to change, and you are going to be the first one to change."

"What?" Violet had no idea what her mother was going on about this time.

"Oh yes, Violet. You are going to become the perfect, beautiful daughter that I have always wanted. You have so much potential and now you are going to use it. Sunny will never have the opportunities that you do!"

"No! Hell no. I am not going to change for you! You have a perfect daughter. Sunny. She is perfect."

Vivien laughed again. "Sunny is smart and beautiful, but she lacks your confidence and strength. And you are going to change. You MURDERD your little sister, Violet! You no longer have any say over what you want. You owe me."

Violet opened her mouth to continue her argument, but no words came out. She stared at her mother in disbelief. When did her mother become so forceful and confident? Maybe she did get her confidence from her mother. Lord knows she did not get it from Ben.

Vivien walked up to her daughter and wrapped her in her arms. "Don't worry, baby girl. You are going to love the young lady that I turn you into. You will have some many friends, and everyone will love you and just want to be noticed by you." Violet's eyes grew wide at her mother's words, but she could not find a way to tell her no. It was her fault that her entire family was dead.

10 YEARS LATER

Violet was sitting on her window ledge looking out at the sun rise. She was still wearing the pink sweat suit that she put on after the game last night. She did not want to take it off because it smelled like Tate. She went over the events of last night in her head again. Tyler hitting her. Tate saving her. Killing her sister again. Falling asleep in Tate's arms. She could not hide the smile that pulled at her lips. She had not truly smiled in a long time.

Violet moved away from her window and went to sit in front of her makeup mirror. She lightly touched the large black bruise that covered her entire eye and half of her cheek. Her lip had healed in the middle of the night, but the bruise was being very persistent. It was the weekend, so she decided against trying to cover it up with a pound of concealer.

The loud ringing of her cell phone made Violet jump. She groaned when she saw the name on the caller i.d.

"Hey Leah." Violet spoke into the phone. She had to hold the phone away from her ear when Leah began screaming at her.

"Oh My God, Violet! How could you break up with Tyler? Why didn't you tell me? I had to find out from some random skank! How could you?"

"Leah! Calm down, okay?" Violet spoke slowly. "Tyler and I had a fight. I just couldn't deal with him anymore last night so I sent him home."

"Well when are you going to forgive him? You can't leave him single for long!"

"I… I don't know…" Truthfully Violet never wanted to get back together with Tyler, but she knew that her mother would not be pleased. "I just need the weekend to think it over. Okay? Tell Tyler that I will talk to him on Monday. I gotta go." Violet hung up the phone before Leah could respond.

Violet picked up one of her many perfume bottles and flung it across the room. It shattered against the wall. Her phone rang again. "What?" She yelled into the phone without thinking or looking at who was calling.

"Whoa! Down killer, down." Tate laughed into the phone.

Violet immediately felt a calm wash over her. "Oh, Tate. I'm sorry. It has been a crazy morning."

"Yea, I agree. I woke up, and you were gone." His voice had a hint of disappointment in it.

"Oh… right. I didn't want to wake you. I had to get home before my parents saw that I was missing. Thank you for last night by the way." She smiled into the phone, remembering how his arms felt around her.

"Yea, it's cool. I was just calling to check on you. How is that shiner?"

Violet looked at her eye in the mirror again. "I look like a badass." She giggled. She never giggled.

Tate laughed. "I bet! So what are your plans for this weekend?"

"Staying in my house and hiding from the world. I am not ready to deal with Tyler and Leah…" Her voice sounded sad.

The line of the phone was quiet for a moment. "Well, would you like some company while you are in hiding?"

Violet smiled again. "That would be nice."

"See you in like an hour." Violet was about to reply to Tate's statement when she heard the line go dead. Violet sat on her stool for a minute, trying to steady her breathing. Why does he make me so nervous and giddy?

Violet spent the entire next hour getting ready. She took a shower and fixed her hair. She decided that since she was staying in the house all day, she could wear something comfortable. She dug into the back of her closet until she found a large black sweater and a pair of purple tights. She got dressed and went downstairs to wait for Tate.

She jumped up from the couch quickly when she heard the doorbell ring. She opened the door and smiled at the blonde boy. "Hey."

"Hi." He smiled back at her.

"Come in! We can go up to my room." Tate followed Violet into the house and up the stairs.

Violet shut and locked her door once they were inside of her room. She did not want her parents or Sunny to ruin her day with Tate.

"Well make yourself comfortable." She told Tate. He listened to her suggestion and went and laid down on her bed. Violet moved to the opposite side of the bed as him and sat against the footboard, facing him.

Tate smiled at her, and his eyes roamed over her small frame. "You are staring again." Violet teased him.

Tate sat up against the headboard of her bed so that he could see her better. "I like you dressed like this. It seems more… you."

Violet's fingers pulled at the sleeves of her sweater. She could feel her cheeks blush.

"I love that." Tate whispered.

"What?" Violet looked at him in confusion.

"I love that I make you blush." Violet looked down and blushed again. Tate laughed. "There you go again." He scooted close to her and took her chin gently in his hand. "When you blush, it makes you seem more real and vulnerable, not like the act that you put on at school." Violet stared into his black eyes.

"You are the only one that sees through my act." She whispered. They were slowly moving closer and closer to each other. "That is because we are very alike, Violet. I can see the real you that hides behind the mask." She could feel his words on her lips. It only took one more second before their lips were pressed against each other's.

The kiss started out gentle but quickly became more passionate. Tate wrapped his arms around Violet's waist and pulled her into his lap. Violet placed her hands on Tate's chest to keep her steady. She moaned when Tate's tongue ran across her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She opened her mouth and let his tongue begin to battle with hers. Violet moved one of her hands into Tate's hair. He moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair. One of Tate's hands slipped under Violet's sweater and caressed the soft skin on her stomach. His hand was almost to the edge of her bra when there was a loud banging on the door. Violet jumped out of Tate's lap and off of the bed.

"Violet! Mom wanted me to tell you that we are all going out to lunch in an hour. Get up and ready!" Violet waited until she heard her sister's footsteps moving down the hallway. She looked at Tate, and he looked back at her. They both burst out laughing. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back into his lap. He kissed her gently on the lips. "No more hiding, I guess." Violet stuck her bottom lip out at him in a pout.

"I guess not." She agreed. They both waited for the other to move, but neither of them did. Violet stayed in Tate's lap for about 10 minutes. He had his arms wrapped around her, and his fingers were intertwined with hers. Her head was resting against his chest, and she was listening to his heart beat. Violet was the first one to move. She stood up and stretched.

"I should probably change. My mother would freak if she saw me wearing this." Violet moved over to her closet.

Tate leaned back against her bed's headboard again. "Why do you care so much about what your mother wants and thinks?"

Violet turned her head slightly towards him. He could see the sadness written all over her face. "I did something bad… And now I am paying for it." She turned back to her closet. Tate was about to question her but lost all of his thoughts when he watched her take her sweater off. Her tights followed her sweater, and she was standing in front of him in only a bra and underwear. "I can feel you staring again." Violet teased.

It was Tate's turn to blush. Violet turned her head to look at him. "I like it when you blush, too." She winked at him before beginning to look through her clothes. Tate watched her put on a white dress that came down to her knees, a light blue shrug, and silver ballet flats. He watched her walk over to her make up table and put on a pearl necklace and matching earrings. He got off the bed and went to stand behind her as she put on her make up. "My mother is going to lose her shit when she sees this bruise." Violet looked at Tate's reflection in the mirror and winked at him again.

She stood up and turned around to face him. She stood up on her toes and placed a kiss on his chin. He was so much taller than her that she could not reach his mouth unless he bent down. "Thank you for coming to hide with me. Sorry that it was cut short." Tate leaned down and caught her mouth with his. The kiss was forceful and took Violet's breath away.

"No problem." Tate smiled at her.

Violet ran a brush through her hair once before grabbing her purse in one hand and Tate's arm in the other. "I am going to sneak you out the back door so that you do not have to deal with my family."

Violet waved goodbye to Tate as he was walking through her backyard. She turned around and walked into the living room to meet her family.

"Violet! What happened to your face?" Vivien exclaimed.

"It is a long story, mom."