Ahs Murder House Characters Novels & Stories

A naked, possibly dead man lay in her foyer. Now what? Ashley peeked from the kitchen, shivering against the cold that poured in the open front door. When she’d rushed off to save him, she hadn’t thought this far ahead, what she would do once she found him. She hadn’t thought he would attack her. Maybe she hadn’t been supposed to save him. Maybe he was the same kind of man as whoever had put him into that shallow grave, one criminal taking out another, eliminating competition.

Our family wasn't perfect, we were messy in more ways than I could describe but it was mine. The wind blew in around us in a breeze that caressed my cheek though I couldn't tell where it came from. Darian was carefully watching me, waiting for me to react or say something but I was numb. I thought he killed them in cold blood. I remember Mr. Ashbury’s body dead on the floor of the Ballroom. How could someone be so evil to kill a family that had done nothing wrong just to punish a man and torment a girl?

Detective Garrett led the way as he knocked a couple of times but there was no response. “Are you sure this is the right address?” Detective Garrett asked. “Yes sir, this address came up as his house address….do you think he fled?” the officer asked. Detective Garrett thought about that option too and then slammed the door wide open as he went straight in with his gun pointed forward and followed by the officer. They both got into the house now and it was dark as the lights were not switched on. The officer used his hands to feel the wall and switched on the lights and that was when they found Asher right there on his bed, deceased.

If it weren't for Celeste’s quick intervention, he would have killed Hunter. While my eyes squeezed shut, the graphic image of Thorne almost ripping out Asher’s soul lingered in my head. His darkened eyes. The blood that spilled over his face when he dropped Asher to the ground and most importantly, that creepy smile that curled at the corner of his mouth. My eyes fluttered open immediately, shaking my head profusely while moving away from the door. “I need to get to work before that psychopath comes back inside here” I muttered to myself, trying to look for something to do.

Seraphine’s jaw tensed, but she didn’t look away. Callum let out a sharp, humorless laugh, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe it. “You’re Maddox Gray’s wife. The same Maddox who murdered our father. The same bastard who burned our home down and left us for dead. And we let you in.” His hands curled into fists. His voice cracked. “We opened our doors to Maddox Gray’s wife!” His words rang through the room like a gunshot. Malcolm went pale. Asher shoulders stiffened. I could hear his breathing, slow and controlled—too controlled. I knew he was trying to keep himself from snapping.

But the words cut deeper than any blade. "You can rest in peace now." My ghost trembled in the air, nearly coming apart. So even after my death, even in my father's mind, I was still nothing but a doomed curse—and my suffering was nothing but an offering to comfort his dead son. Just then, Old George, the family butler, came in carrying a steaming bowl of nutritional broth. George had watched us boys grow up—and he was the only soul in this cold house who'd ever shown me any kindness.

King Spencer watched Eleanor kiss the little kid's cheeks tenderly before she creepily steps out of the devil's room. Asher was his son, his first child and he was eleven years old. Right after the gas occurrence and his family were all confirmed to be dead, Asher was the only one who luckily manage to sneeze back to life. Although his entire body was badly damaged, and filled with burnt buries, he had decided to protect his son away from the world —but he took that decision because he needed to unearth the initial criminal who had cruelly murdered his family.

I watched him walking out of my room and grinned happily as I did the same. I hopped down the stairs two at a time and headed through the dining room into the kitchen. I paused seeing blood on the floor. I heightened my senses and sniffed. It was Bethany's blood and another's scent. I backed out of the kitchen slowly and closed my eyes. I concentrated on staying invisible and rushed towards Ash's room. I didn't knock and just rushed inside. Ash sensed me and turned. "Mystrel is here and murdered our housekeeper," I mumbled sadly and he furrowed his brow and asked if I sensed him anywhere in the house. I closed my eyes and sent my sensors out scouting the area. I shook my head and told him no

Back at home, Silas Marlowe was humming praises for his amazing son, who was going to avenge his dear wife. He picked their wedding photo from the nightstand and traced her face with his fingers. After so many years, finally his son Asher would bring justice to their family. Asher was already in place at Garcia's mansion waiting for the right time to make his move.

He stepped forward, his fists clenched, ready to teach Detective Brad a lesson he wouldn't forget. Detective Brad was taken aback by Mason's sudden outburst. The mansion, which was once Ashley's, now belonged to this new, shady character. The bright living room was filled with the smell of whiskey, cigarettes, and a hint of blood. Detective Brad looked around, his eyes scanning the room for clues. The walls were adorned with expensive paintings, and the furniture looked like it had been imported from Italy. But there was something off about the place.