American Horror Story: Murder House Characters Novels & Stories

Harrison started. Robert Thornton killed Daniel Kesser. He framed my husband. He has been erasing people who know too much. Marcus Chen is dead. Harrison's office was broken into last night. And somebody sent a picture of my car to my phone at midnight. So I am not going to talk carefully around this. Not today." Pierce looked at her and said “Do you know your husband office was broken into this morning”. Maria felt the blood leave her face. "What office?" "His main corporate office. Blackwood Towers. A small team. They went through his personal records."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and unlocked the front door, my heels clicking softly against the marble as I stepped inside. The silence was too heavy. The air, too still. My heels echoed like accusations against the marble floor as I stepped into the foyer. The lights were dimmed—odd, considering Nathaniel usually left them all blazing, claiming it made the house feel alive. But the house wasn’t alive. It was a mausoleum. The housekeeper, Rosa, appeared from the hallway, her eyes widening in what could only be described as shock. Her hands trembled slightly, the towel she held clutched tight in her wrinkled fists.

Angela said, placing the back of her hand on her forehead and spinning around the room in ran directions. “This is no time for jokes. I can't help but feel like the destruction of the Mortimer mansion, Gregory’s death, and Steven’s absence are all connected somehow. I also can't help but feel like Christine’s sister, Evelyn, has something to do with all of them,” Marie said. “But it wasn't Evelyn that destroyed the mansion; it was a cloaked person wearing a flaming mask. It might have been female, but from what I remember, Evelyn is a werewolf, not a fire-controlling witch capable of blowing things up,” Valerie said.

They entered the haunted house and Richard spoke to Eric again. “Where are you?” He asked. Eric however replied by opening a door behind them. They all glanced back as every single one of the wolves just sat there in the room they'd dimly lit. In their midst was a girl that Melissa knew was the witch, Clarissa. She held a dashing resemblance to her mother. She exhaled and then walked forward with the others to meet them.

We quickly thank him, and luckily, he leaves without another word. The house lacks any decorations or curtains. The haphazardly arranged furniture looks barely standing. Our bags land on the couch in the living room that has grown old and dusty over the years. Jason stares at me for a moment before pulling me to him, burying his face in the crook of my neck, and starts talking in a hushed voice. “I’m 100 percent sure these were homes of werewolves. And Brock…” he takes a deep breath before keeping an even lower voice. “I think Brock is a hunter,” he finishes, and my body goes rigid with a breath struck in my lungs.

She smirked before they vanished into thin air. The house was dark. The curtains were closed. Doors and windows were shut. The aura was silent. His lips parted and the candles in the living room lit up in yellow flames revealing him and Iago DeAndre. The warlock and the vampire pay their last tribute to Lorene Havel. Edmond was holding a candle so was Iago. They were standing opposite each other. Tears were streaming down Edmond's eyes. He couldn't take in the pain. It was the exact pain he felt when he lost his wife and his daughters. Regret and agony.

It's just that with time I had learned to show a blank face even if there is a storm of emotions hailing inside my heart. Reaching a 2 storyed Building with a rusted iron gate, Jaxon opened the gates. If I was a director, I would have chosen this location for my next horror movie. But right now I am the victim of that horror movies. Entering a barren yard, we reach the wooden doors of the house. Jaxon knocked twice, and after seconds, it was opened by a tipsy woman wearing nothing but black lingerie, eyeing my brother as if he is some sort of meat, which she is ready to eat. I scrunched my nose in disgust. Her breasts are almost falling out, you can get a glimpse of her nipples as well, and

She nevertheless wanted to show Dolores that she was also a calm and elegant wealthy lady! At this time, Marcel's audible voice was heard from outside the door: "Do not come outside no matter what happens!" Dolores stroked the knife on her abdomen, taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart, she stepped out of the door. Although Marcel was said to leave everyone to die in this mansion in the book, it wasn't entirely his mistake, most of the people died immediately after being frightened by the ghost or were murdered quickly by the ghost on the first night.

Mac asked. “did you hear about the House of horrors there was out of town just a little bit. In the family that is at the center of it?” Max asked as he looked at his friend. He didn't really wanna get into it that it was all of DM's family that was involved but he knew that people would be able to differentiate it would be these people. “of course who hasn't heard of that? it was like the mother and father were killed by their oldest son who had a bunch of people trapped in their basement?” Mac asked as he looked at maxim he was slightly confused as to why he would even be bringing up a case like that.

Jay pressed Angeline's head into his arms and coaxed her, saying, "Listen to me, don't look." Jenson walked up to the corpse. He was a germaphobe like his dad, so he took a paring knife from the coffee table and gently cut through Madam Charlotte's clothes. Even through the thin layer of clothing, it was clear that there were worms squirming inside the corpse. "What is this?" Jenson wondered. Just then, Grand Old Master Ares arrived with Baby Robbie by his side. As soon as they entered the house, they saw Madam Charlotte's corpse in the living room and the creatures squirming inside her body.