"The Antichrist and the Golden Girl"
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The Motomiya family had moved to Los Angeles in 2014 because the father had died, and the mother wanted a fresh start.
Josie took her daughters to Los Angeles and Jun was excited since she wanted to attend university there.
As soon as they moved into their house, Daisy could tell something was off about it.
It was haunted.
She met the maid Moira O'Hara and did her research on the woman, discovering that she had gone missing years ago and spotted various other people in the house who she discovered had died over the years.
Therefore, Daisy had discovered that the house was haunted, and she started to make friends with some of the ghosts, one of them being a teenager named Violet Harmon.
Another teenager, Tate Langdon, kept appearing and trying to get Violet's attention since he was her ex-boyfriend, but Daisy helped the girl avoid him much to her relief.
Jun had also managed to make friends with some of the ghosts in the house, such as Chad and Hayden.
Josie had also become friends with Moira, Violet's parents and the burned mother.
They tended to get together for tea quite often.
It seemed like the Motomiya family were safe in the infamous Murder House since they had managed to make friends with quite a few of the ghosts and weren't being targeted by them.
Three month later, Daisy finally met Violet's half-brother.
Going out into the back yard, Daisy relaxed in the summer heat and was carrying a basket full of laundry outside.
Moira was mopping the floors and Daisy told her she was hang the laundry out to dry for her.
Picking out a sheet from the basket, Daisy reached out to the clothes line and started clipping it on.
As she did this for the rest of the laundry, she felt like someone was watching her.
It was a feeling she had gotten used to from living in the Murder House and being stalked by the Digimon Emperor years ago.
Feeling curious over who was staring at her, Daisy looked over, searching for the source and her eyes landed on the fence.
Standing on the other side of it was a teenage boy with blue eyes, fair skin and strawberry blond hair who was dressed similar to a child.
His appearance reminded her far too much of Violet's mother Vivien.
"Uh, hi." Daisy greeted.
Snapping out of his curious staring, the boy flashed her a smile that lit up his angelic face.
"Hello." He greeted.
"Um, who are you?" Daisy asked as she walked over to the fence.
"I'm Michael Langdon. I live next door with my grandma." He greeted.
"Oh. I'm Daisy Motomiya. My family moved in a few months ago." Daisy said.
"I know. I've seen you around. I wanted to come say hello, but Grandma doesn't like me going outside." Michael explained.
Daisy frowned at that, finding the statement to be odd.
Then again, if he was a Langdon, then it explained it.
Constance was Tate's mother and the woman had an annoying habit of popping up in the house when she wasn't invited to speak to her sons and daughter who were trapped in the house after dying inside of it.
Although, Daisy was surprised to hear that one of those spirits had a child before they were killed, unless Michael was Adelaide's son and she gave birth to him long before she was killed in 2011.
"Yeah, Constance can be a little… I don't know what word to use that isn't offensive. Sorry." Daisy said, and Michael grinned.
"That's fine. Dad doesn't have a lot of good things to say about her either." Michael told her.
"I see. Anyway, I should probably get back to the laundry." Daisy gestured to the basket.
"Right. And I should go inside and finish my homework before Grandma checks on me. It was nice meeting you, Daisy." Michael smiled at her.
The angelic male waved good-bye to Daisy and he walked off to his house, going inside and the girl goes back to doing the laundry.
"What did he say to you?" Tate Langdon demanded as he appeared beside her.
"Shit! Do you have to do that?" Daisy jumped back and glared at him.
"What were you doing with Michael?" Tate asked as he took the sheet she grabbed out of her hands.
"He was just introducing himself. Who is he anyway? He's a Langdon, but who's kid is he?" Daisy asked as she took the sheet back.
"It's nothing you need to know about." Tate shook his head.
"He's yours, isn't he?" Daisy demanded.
Tate had a deer in headlights look.
He didn't think she would be able to figure it out, but he supposed that Michael did look somewhat like him, especially with his mess of curly hair and fair skin.
"Yeah, he is. Now, knowing that, you should know now that it's best to stay the fuck away from him." Tate told her.
"It's best to stay away from anyone related to you. Your family is made up of killers, child abusers and rapists." Daisy glared at him.
When the word 'rapist' came from her mouth, she noticed that Tate seemed to twitch.
She suddenly began to get an idea on how Michael was conceived.
"Just go back to fending off Hayden's advances and pining after Violet. I have chores to finish up." Daisy said as she hung the sheet up.
Frowning, Tate then looked over at his mother's house and saw Michael staring out of his bedroom window.
He was watching as he and Daisy spoke. But Michael's eyes seemed to be drawn to the raspberry haired girl.
Doing as he was told, Tate appeared back in the house and started searching for Violet.
He found her in his and her former room which was now Daisy's.
Violet was reading a book as she sat on the beanbag chair in the room, waiting for her friend to return so they could hang out like normal teenage girls.
"Violet, we've got a problem." He said making her glare up at him.
"Tate, it old you I never want to see you again. Leave now." She demanded.
"Listen to me!" Tate growled.
Grabbing the book from her hands, he threw it on the ground and then stared straight into her eyes.
"What is your problem?" Violet stood up in her anger.
"Michael is after Daisy." Tate stated.
Shocked by what she heard, Violet forget her hatred for her ex-boyfriend and her mind went straight to her half-brother.
Michael seemed innocent, but he wasn't human, and he came from a family of people who were seriously disturbed.
Who knew what he was capable of and why he had an interest in Daisy?
"Oh, shit! This isn't good. What do we do?" Violet asked feeling worried.
"I don't know. Who knows what he's got planned for her." Tate said.
Feeling worried, Violet rushed downstairs and made her way outside, locating Daisy who had finished hanging the laundry and was sitting in the gazebo, relaxing.
"Daisy!" Violet called.
"Hey, Vi. What's up?" Daisy smiled at her.
Glancing over at the Langdon house, Violet was able to see Michael standing in the window, staring into the yard.
His eyes, ones that he inherited from her mother, were focused on Daisy with an intense gaze that reminded Violet of Tate.
"Come on, let's go inside. We were going to have a movie marathon, remember? You wanted me to watch something called Bleach." Violet said as she grabbed Daisy's arm.
"Yeah, but can't we just enjoy the sunshi-Whoa!" Daisy cried out as Violet hauled her onto her feet.
As the two girls rushed inside the house, Michael continued to watch them and placed a hand on the window.
"Michael, have you finished your homework?" Constance asked as she walked into the room.
Startled out of his thoughts, Michael turned and looked over at his grandmother and gave her one of his usual angelic smiles.
"Yes, Grandma." He replied.
"Good. Now, what were you staring at outside? I can't imagine anything extravagant out there." Constance chuckled.
"I saw something very pretty. A girl. She radiated with a golden energy. It was amazing. She looked like an angel." Michael mused.
Hearing this, Constance began to worry over what was gong on inside her grandson's head.
She hadn't believed Billie Dean when she said her grandson would be the Antichrist, but she had a fear of what he was capable of.
"Do you like this girl, Michael?" Constance asked feeling wary.
Michael was quiet for a moment, thinking over her words.
Finally, he met her eyes and smiled.
"Yes, I do. I want her to be my friend." Michael said.
"Well, all you have to do is be your usual charming self. I'm sure she'll be happy to have someone living around her." Constance gave a fake smile.
Nodding eagerly, Michael then walked over and placed a kiss to his grandmother's cheek, not noticing how she stiffened and held her breath in fear at him being so close.
"Thanks, Grandma." Michael said as he made his way out.
"It's thank you." Constance corrected.
She heard Michael pause and was worried how he would react to her correcting him.
"Sorry. Thank you, Grandma." He said before leaving.
When he was gone, Constance allowed herself to relax.
She wondered how her life would be if she had never had children or if she had never moved into the Murder House in the first place.
It seemed like her life was filled with horror and she could never have a nice, ordinary child to raise.
(The next day…)
Michael had gone to the Murder House and rang the doorbell.
The second he stepped on the property, he could feel the dark energy vibrate through him.
Soon enough, the door was opened by Josie and she smiled at the boy.
"Hello, is Daisy in?" He asked grinning politely at her.
"Uh, just a moment. Daisy, you have a guest!" Josie called into the living room.
Hearing footsteps, Michael glanced over and smiled when he saw the golden aura lighting the area of the house before Daisy appeared, dressed in a white tube top, light blue jeans and gold jewelry.
She truly did look like an angel as she walked towards him in her light-colored clothing and the golden aura surrounding her.
"Michael, what are you doing here?" Daisy asked as Josie stepped aside to let her greet the boy.
"I was hoping we could spend some time together." Michael said.
He knew that there was something wrong with him.
Many of the spirits of the house told him he was a monster who had killed his own mother and twin brother.
Michael wanted to be good but felt like something was holding him back.
Perhaps it was because he didn't have a good influence.
When he first saw Daisy getting out of the car months ago, earing a white sun dress and gold wedge sandals, he thought she was an angel.
Maybe he could be good if he had someone that radiated purity to influence him.
Then, maybe his parents and sister would want him around and no one would be scared of him anymore.
"Sure. Come on in." Daisy smiled as she stepped aside.
Pleased, Michael stepped inside the house and followed Daisy as she walked into the kitchen, asking him if he wanted any lunch while he was there.
The end.
