Trapped in Apocalypse Chapter 4
One member of the Hawthorn school, Behold, came to Robichaux expressing his skepticism over Michael. Cordelia arranged for two of her witches to go to LA, where Michael grew up.
"Me!" Amy blurted. "I have to go."
Hannah put her hands up. "No objections here."
"Madison will go too," Cordelia said.
"What?" Kate and Amy asked simultaneously.
"My mind is made up." Cordelia said. "You'll both go with Behold. There is no time to argue. You need to catch your flight."
"We sure have been doing a lot of flying to California lately." Amy commented.
As Amy packed a small bag for the day trip, Kate went downstairs and asked Cordelia, "Where exactly are they heading?"
"To Michael's childhood home." Cordelia answered.
"Is there an address or they just going to roam around, asking if anyone know him?" Kate asked.
"The address is on the counter."
Kate quickly walked to the counter. There was writing on a sticky note. Kate grabbed one of the Academy's laptops and entered the address. The house seemed ordinary. Nothing special about it. Nothing recognizable. Then she read the name of the previous owner: Constance Langdon.
Everything came together in that moment. All the dots connected. Her mind raced around. They all jumbled together for a minute until she was able to come to a conclusion: Michael Langdon is Constance's grandchild. He lived next door to the Murder House.
Kate used her power to teleport upstairs, into Amy's room. "Holy shit!" She shouted.
Amy jumped, dropping her hair brush. "What the hell!?"
"You'll never guess what I just found out. Actually we don't have time for you to guess. It's him! The coven. It's all coming together. It's like a big reunion. Dear God, I hope none of my favorites characters die." Kate rambled.
"What are you talking about?"
"He. Lived. In. The murder house." She said. She paced the room. "Well, technically he lived next door. He is Tate's son."
"His son was said to be pure evil. He killed the nanny when he was like five." Amy stressed. She put her hands in her hair.
"And now he's all grown up." Kate said.
Amy put her hand in front of her. "Wait, Wait. It's 2018. Michael should only be seven or eight years old."
Kate squinted her eyes. "Maybe season one happened earlier than it aired. Maybe it took place in 2001 or something."
"No that's not it." Amy said.
"I guess you'll get your answers tomorrow." Kate shrugged. She smacked a book off of her nightstand.
Amy turned to face her. "Kate!?"
"This means you'll get to meet everyone from Murder House, you lucky bitch."
Amy smiled and slowly giggled.
Behold and Madison posed as a married couple wanting to buy a home to start a family. Once they were given the keys, the met with Amy in the car and drove over to yee old Murder House.
"I thought we were going to the next door house, where he was raised?" Amy said.
"It's unavailable right now. Besides, this house is where he was born." Behold said.
They parked outside house and exited the vehicle. Seeing the house in person made a Amy feel uneasy.
"Come on," Madison called after Amy.
"This is it." Amy said aloud. "This is Murder House for us. This means we're not going to season 1..."
They entered the house and walked around. There were no spirits in sight. No cups calling on the floor. No doors bursting open or slamming shut.
The three magical beings conducted a spell to make all the spirits seen. They sat in a circle and chanted. A few moments later, Madison saw a nurse walking down a hallway for a split second.
Amy slowly stood up. "Who will we get to see? Surely not every single person who died in this house."
She was mostly talking to herself, but Behold replied, "Were only interested in the ones who can help us. His parents."
Amy's eyes widened. "No way they got Dylan and Connie back." She said under her breath.
As the trio walked downstairs, a red tennis sized ball rolled by them. Madison and Behold tensed up. Amy sighed, "Relax. It's just Bo." She walked down the last few steps and grabbed the ball. "He wants to play." She took a deep breath before throwing the ball down the hallway. A large boy appeared out of nowhere and crawled after the ball.
Behold and Madison turned to Amy in sync. They gave her a confused look.
"How did you know that would happen?" Behold asked.
Amy sighed, "I was so nervous." She held her chest. "I wasn't sure if he would be alone."
"That was impressive." Said a familiar voice behind her.
Amy turned around, with a smile on her face and her mouth open in excitement. "Billie Dean!" She hugged her.
"Oof," Billie Dean grunted. "You must be a big fan of the house."
"Something like that." Amy said. She let go of Billie Dean.
"There is a long history in this house spanning over a century. 36 people have died in this house." Billie Dean said.
Amy narrowed her eyes.
"Good lord," Behold said.
"Wait that's doesn't sound right." Amy said. She thought of the season one characters and listed them off in her head.
"1. Mr. Montgomery
2. Mrs. Montgomery
3. Infanta."
"Infant what now?" Madison asked.
"Their evil baby that Mr. Montgomery created." Amy said nonchalantly.
Billie Dean nodded.
"4 and 5. The two nurses
6. The dentist
7. The girl he sawed in half."
"Oh my God." Madison said.
"8. Constance's husband
9. Moira
10. Bo
11. Tate
12, 13, and 14. The guy who was burned by Tate- his wife and two children. But not him. He's in jail."
"You know all these people off the top of your head?" Madison asked.
"Shhh," Amy said. "I'm going to forget.
15 and 16. The gay couple that lived her before the Harmon family
17. The Harmon family - Ben Harmon
18. Vivian
19. Violet...
20. Vivian's newborn."
"So much death. Why would anyone buy this house?" Behold asked.
"They didn't all live here. Some were intruders. Oh!
21 and 22. The twin boys
23 and 24. Two out of three of the home invaders
24. Hayden
25. Constance's young boyfriend
26. The exterminator... and I think that's it. Who are the other ten people?"
Billie Dean sat in an old sofa and lit a cigarette. "You forget a few important people."
They heard Footsteps from upstairs.
"You're about to meet one of them." Billie Dean said.
"What's all this racket?" A older voice said. It was so distinct.
Amy turned her head slowly up the stairs. "Oh my God... I should have known."
"Who are you?" Madison asked.
"I'm Constance Langdon." She held a cigarette between her finders. Her hair was tied up in a bun. She wore a purple floral dress. "And this is my house."
Amy wiped a tear from her eye.
"Are you okay?" Behold asked Amy.
"Yeah." Amy said. "I just can't believe she's here... not that it's surprising she died."
Constance walked down the stairs. "Oh really?"
"Yeah. You're grandson is... well he was prophesized. He killed you didn't he?" Amy said.
Constance lifted her head up. "Not directly." She walked into the room. "And you did forget to mention my beautiful girl as a victim of this house."
Amy tilted her head. "Addee died outside the house."
"Not my Addee. My other little girl. My youngest, well youngest when she died." Constance said. "So what do you all want here?"
Behold explained that Michael is a warlock at his school. He expressed his concern that his magic is dark and that he may be dangerous. Constance said she would only tell them about Michael if they helped her get rid of Moira. Moira entered the room and Constance insulted her cleaning work. Amy's jaw dropped, seeing her. The trio of witches and warlock went outside to dig up Moira's bones.
"Is that all it takes?" Amy asked. "Finding their bones and moving them?"
"I guess." Madison said.
Behold dug a deep hole, handing bones and skulls to them.
"Wrong one." Madison said. She tossed the skull to the side.
Amy looked over at the skull. "Maybe that's Hayden. I bet Ben would love it if we got rid of her."
"We're not here to make these ghosts happy." Behold said. "We don't have time for that."
They were successful in finding the right bones and burying Moira with her mother, freeing her from that house. One happy ending for a trapped soul in that house.
Constance shared her story about raising Michael. From infancy he killed living creatures. Bugs, rats, cats, and eventually humans. Constance would plant flowers in place of the dead rodents until her backyard was covered in flowers. After he killed the nanny, Constance convinced the authorities that she had a mental breakdown. Then one day, Constance entered his room to find that he had aged a decade overnight.
Amy covered her mouth. "That makes so much more sense now. So he's technically like eight."
Constance said that things only got worse after that. He tried to strangle her in her sleep and he killed a priest in their home. Constance went next door and drank herself to death.
Amy stared at Constance, unable to speak.
"I never saw Michael after that. And I never want to." Constance put her cigarette out just as a little girl entered the room. "I'm late for a tea party." She good up and held hands with the little girl and walked out of the room.
Amy stared at the little girl. The mysterious fourth child of Constance Langdon. She had curly locks and a satin ribbon on her hair. She wore a pretty yellow dress and Mary Jane shoes. But Amy wasn't looking at that. She was focusing on the girl's eyes, or lack of eyes.
"What the hell happened to her?" Amy asked, but Constance was already gone.
After a moment, Madison looked over at Billie Dean. "So do you just visit here in your free time?"
Billie Dean took another puff of her cigarette. "I keep them company, the friendly ones anyway. Constance was a good friend of mine."
Amy looked at Billie Dean and back at Madison. "Is no one going to mention that Billie Dean looks just like Cordelia?" Amy held her hands out in emphasis.
Madison narrowed her eyes. "I don't see it."
"Aw come on." Amy lowered her hands.
The next ghost that the wizard of trio met was Ben Harmon. Amy covered her mouth. "Oh my God."
"What is it now?" Madison asked, annoyed.
"Never mind." Amy said.
Ben shared his experience with Michael, after Constance died. Constance wouldn't show herself to Michael, so Ben did. He was the only thing in his life that would age. He was alive, and maybe he could change Michael. Ben taught him how to catch a baseball. Michael began to spend more time at the house, even sleeping there. There were set backs of course, like when Michael met Tate. He called Tate 'Dad,' and Tate went off on him, calling him a monster.
"Tate calling Michael a monster?" Amy chuckled. "Tate shot up a school. He raped your wife."
Ben looked down. "It's complicated being cursed to spend an eternity with him." He went on to explain how that confrontation led Michael further down the dark path. When a new couple bought the house, Michael put on the suit and killed them. Then he obliterated their souls.
"What?" Amy asked, terrified. "He can erase souls from existence?"
"Yes." Ben confirmed.
"Shit." Madison said. "We're so screwed."
Amy wandered off, going upstairs into one of the rooms. The house looked like someone could still love in it. There was furniture all set up in each room.
"Such a shame these owners have no taste." A voice said from behind her.
Amy let out a small gasp and turned her head. "You." She said.
Chad Warwick stood before her. He was even taller in person. "Yes. I'm one of the ghosts. And I didn't kill my husband like the papers said."
"I know." Amy said. "Tate killed you both."
Chad tilted her head at her. "Well aren't you a smart witch?"
Amy smirked at him. "Don't patronize me."
"Gotta say, I don't like having your kind here." Patrick said, coming down the hallway. "I don't like the idea of you guys having the power to make us visible. There are few things we are in control of being dead, and now you've taken that away."
"Oh, shut up Patrick." Amy said. "You're a terrible husband. I wish I could do something to banish your ass out of here. Chad tried, he knew you were cheating on him and he tried to win you back. He was heartbroken that you didn't love him. All you did was push him away and treat him like shit." She folds her arms and huffed.
Chad chuckled and look over at Patrick. "I like her."
Amy walked passed them, with her head held high. She peeked into the rooms as she walked passed them. Empty. Empty. Nurse!
The younger nurse walks down the hallway and vanished from sight. Amy chased after her. "Wait." Ugh what's her name? "Maria!"
The nurse stopped and turned to Amy abruptly. She stared at her with dead eyes.
"I'm sorry you died." Amy said. "You didn't deserve that. You didn't even get to live."
Maria walked closer to Amy. She craned her head to the side. "What are you going to do about it?"
"I think I know a way to free you. If I do, is there anywhere in particular you want to be buried?" Amy asked.
Maria grinned. "You live in New Orleans. Take me there. I've always liked the music and the culture there. Bury me in one of those big fancy tombstones."
Amy nodded.
Amy rushed down the steps and across the ghost interrogation room. As she darted by, Behold said, "Where are you off to?"
"We're supposed to be finding out information on Michael." Madison said.
"He's evil. What more do you need?" Amy said as she walked by. She noticed a women with long orange hair and slowed her pacing. "Oh, hi Vivian. Guess this means Nashville is over."
Outside the house, Amy used her powers to detect where Maria's remains were. She started to dig a hole in the ground.
"What are you doing?" Violet asked. She stood on the back porch, watching Amy.
Amy paused for a moment. "I'm looking for Maria."
"Not all of us were buried here. Some of our bodies are miles away." Violet said.
"Or right under the floorboards." Amy smirked.
Violet narrowed her eyes. She kicked off a wooden pillar of the porch and stepped down. "I'm just saying, it can't be that easy to free us."
"I'm not looking to free you Violet. Sorry." Amy said. She dug some more.
"But what about some of the other miserable souls here? The evil ones?" Violet asked.
Amy kept on digging for a few more strokes, then there was a thud. Amy reached down and retrieved a box. She lifted up the lid and found ashes inside.
Madison had a talk with Violet after she came back inside. Vivian informed them that she once tried to kill Michael, and he tried to obliterate her. Tate knocked her out of the way, saving her. Madison confronted a conflicted Violet, who still had feelings for Tate. "I think this house used Tate for something bigger. Any evil in Tate left with Michael." Madison said. She blew some magic on to Violet's face before walking away.
Behold and Amy looked at her, shocked.
"Okay. We're done here." Madison said.
The trio took one step towards the door when Amy, still holding the box, stopped. "Wait."
Behold and Madison turned to her.
"What?" Behold asked. "I want to get out of this freaky house as soon as possible."
"I have one last thing to do." Amy said. She ran down to the basement. There was a crib with a tiny baby inside. Amy waved her hand and touched the baby on the forehead.
"What are you doing?" Vivian asked.
"Helping." Amy said. "From this day on, your son will age, one day at a time, until he is Violet's age. Well, one day younger than her."
The trio of wizards left the house side by side. They quickly got in the car and left LA. Amy held the box tightly in her hands.
