American Horror Story: Murder House Characters Novels & Stories

With my heart racing in my chest, the two large security guards standing at the front door, unlocked the door for us to go in. Fortunately for me, I know this house like the back of my hand so I'd rather risk escaping here than do it back at Jacob's house plus I still didn't want to believe my mom is dead. We came to the large living room, a lot of men in black suits could be seen gathered around discussing, even the women were dressed in black and there was an open casket at the far head of the room.

- More corpses. One is killed, this is Alley, the merchant... his daughter is bled to death, like his sister, his wife is right in bed... horror! The house was not set on fire. When we arrived, there was no one there. And again, no trace!

who ambushed my home? I ran up the stairs to Charlie’s room. six knocks and no movement on the inside but I smell him. My right-hand man, khalys, saved me the trouble and burst the door open. There he was, lifeless. I tried calling his name, no response only fluttering of his eyes. My right-hand man is on the line with the doctors kept in my estate and I can hear the sound of my door being barged open with hurried footsteps. still the smoky pheromone remains strong. Christ, Hailey and Dailey.

Harris suggested and Zack just agreed with him and quickly put a call through to the police. THE REYNOLDS BUNGALOW "On the midnight before the full moon, another murder occurred just like Dad's! It was a maid from the Royal Pack House. According to the test conducted by the Forensic Pathologists, It was deduced that her arms were chopped off first, then her tongue was also chopped off. While watching her inability to wail out in pain because of her chopped tongue, the murderer raped and afterward, choked her to death with his dick." Katherine explained and Klaus gasped in disgust.

The lights to the pack hospital were on, even though it was the middle of the night. The Alpha and I got out and headed into the building and walked up to the reception area. “General Nerine has broken her arm; I would like the doctor to make sure it is set properly before it heals." The receptionist nodded and picked up the phone. A few minutes later, a doctor walked out into the waiting area. “I am doctor Aura, please come with me.” Dr Aura was small for a werewolf; she was petite with greying brown hair and brown eyes. I nodded and followed her as she led me down a hallway and into an examination room.

Thomas assured. “Very well then: Michael Weaver is said to have been haunted or attacked by an undead, although no one has seen him since…so people assume he is dead, but I very much doubt it ” there was a hint of fondness towards this Michael from Alan’s part. He continued on with the town's gossip “some say that dead were seen on the hills towards Mrs Martin’s house, she is a lady doctor, she took care of my poor wife when she fell ill.” there was a bitter sad tone when he said that.

"Thomas?" A man stepped out from the arched hallway into the sunroom. He wore an old, dark wool coat, his white hair neat, his line-carved face pale, cold, and utterly devoid of human emotion. He carried a leather walking stick in his right hand. It was Victor Hawthorne. Nora’s blood turned to liquid ice. The breath left her lungs in a sharp, terrified gasp as she stumbled back against the glass table, her hand knocking her tea mug to the floor, where it shattered into a dozen pieces.

Before entering, Ivan walked next to me and spoke in his warm, gentle voice as he shielded me from the crowd with his broad shoulders. His faint masculine pheromones, mingled with the crisp scent of cedarwood, lingered at the tip of my nose. The sunlight outside was completely blocked out as soon as we stepped into the haunted house. The passage grew more and more narrow as we walked, and I could barely see the path beneath my feet as it was dim inside. Chelsea was braver than I, and she led the way, scouting ahead and leaving me sandwiched in the middle between her and Ivan in the back. It was so cramped that I could even feel Ivan's warm chest brushing against my back as we moved.

Officer tilted his head at Charlotte and said, "Well, since you saw someone killed last night brutally, what were you doing here at that time? And the place where the murder took place, according to your commentary, that place was empty and clean except for some big trees for which you could see everything clearly. So surely you have many evidence of this murder, right? Moreover, take me to the place where the murder took place." Charlotte listened to the officer and said, "How can I answer if you ask so many questions at once? And yes, I saw the man get killed when I was roaming in my room last night. However, if you go to the place where the murder took place, something can be found." The

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t