Novel & Cerita American Horror Story: Murder House Characters

Did the Van Helsings know that Jessica was a werewolf, or was the fact that she was half human and too young still to shift protecting her? “Jessica…” She started to explain to her, when the bedroom door opened, and Charlotte stood in the spill of light, holding a plate in one hand and the door handle in the other. “Are you hungry, Jessie?” Charlotte asked as her eyes adjusted to the room. The plate fell to the floor with a crash. “Aislen Carter!” She cried out. Behind her, chairs fell against the floor as the two Van Helsing soldiers rose to their feet, and Aislen met Toby’s eyes over Charlotte’s shoulder as the other man drew his weapon.

"What, are you questioning the judgment of a CEO? Jacob is sharp and presentable. Seems like a fine match to me." Mrs. Parker could no longer hold back. She stood up, visibly irritated. "Mr. Olson! Chloe and Jack are in love—you can't just tear them apart! If you feel your son isn't ready for marriage, fine. But using the housekeeper to humiliate my daughter? If your family looks down on us, then I will absolutely not allow this marriage to move forward!" Jacob paled at her words, his eyes glistening. Chloe, watching him, felt a sharp pang of pity. She frowned and turned to me, voice low and warning.

When I sensed the chilling sensation in my hand, I shut my eyes in despair. The veins on Henry’s temples bulged. He was surrounded by empty pill bottles. “Luna!” His voice echoed through the villa, but when Luna still did not show up, he grew frustrated. “Mrs. Wilson!” Mrs. Wilson, the housekeeper, opened the door and came in. “Oh my! Mr. Franke, are you alright?” Henry was brought to his wheelchair and took a moment to calm his breathing before asking, “Where is Luna?” “She left this morning and never came back.”

“Then let’s call it negotiation.” They took him to an old warehouse near the docks. No chains, no cuffs, just the weight of armed eyes. In the center of the room was a desk that didn’t belong there, stacked with folders and one photograph—her face, frozen mid-snarl, fangs out, eyes burning: Silver. “She killed one of ours,” the man said. “Lieutenant Harker. Throat torn out, no cleanup, no witness control. You were seen in the same borough that night.”

They seemed to be professionals and this was no ordinary hit…. They arrived at the mansion and immediately disappeared into different directions… The first victim was the housekeeper… She was folding towels when the shooter entered and shot her dead with a silencer…. The second person to be shot was the chef… The chef was busy making dinner and never saw his death coming…. The butler was shot last when he entered the kitchen looking for the chef… The tape show how the men stood in one spot and touched nothing…. They awaited the entire time for Asia to rerun home for work… They knew exactly how much time they had before Max would return home

“He refuses to speak. When emergency services arrived they found him under the dead man with a shot in the arm at close range and the owner of the house pointing him with a shotgun.” A white man in his fifties, bald and with a mustache, wearing a suit and overcoat, entered the house. He was Captain Steven Mulligan, Director of the Homicide Unit and boss of Mark and Doris. He looked around and then the corpse on the floor. “And, what do you tell me?” He asked, while Mark got up again, taking off his gloves. “Something tells me it wasn’t a robbery that went wrong,” said Mark. “I knew you would say that,” Doris chuckled.

With a solid blow the front door gave way, splinters flew across the living room, they were inside the house. They gave a demeanor that reflected indifference, they were obviously acquainted with the kill, It was another one of those days, to them this was another job, Alice peered from where she hid, there were four of them, all muscular men, armed, fierce, ugly, one look and you would know these were the hounds of the alleys, their eyes were blood red, probably the after effect of so much coke. She hid under the dinning table, while Mike hid behind the library door, it was a tough situation, one sound and they would be discovered, the assassin's weren't going to leave without accomplishing

"Murderers!" The shadows grew in numbers, only they gravitated towards two people—Russell and Abraham. They snaked in the dirt, their claws reaching out but never being able to reach. Then Marie screamed one word into the air; to the spirits: Jacques. The name of Marie's first husband misted into the night. The name of her first love; the man murdered by the Council. And suddenly, the shadows came to life. They took on forms of people, all different but each one with bright white eyes. Their skin was black, their clothes white but torn and tattered—the spirits of Marie's co- workers long ago, killed by Terah during his war with Marie for Jacques' death. There was screaming and chaos as the s

She got distracted and left the closet open and that’s when it entered the house Within a week Michael and his family die a mysterious death while they sleep. It got everyone talking and the Mayor in charge of the town that year prohibited the house ever being out for auction AUGUST-28-1980 Ten years later a Pastor with his sixteen year old daughter has taken possession over the house. Before moving in he prayed and cleanse the house after he heard the house is haunted. They lived more than the past occupants. Everyone thought the house is free of evil but little did they know, the evil comes into the house after the closet is opened and once it has killed the occupants and everyone in the h

That makes Owen a nice chunk of change on the side. Walking towards his work shop out behind the motel, he passes the newest guests that checked in last night. Three teenage boys and two girls. They are making a documentary of locations across the country that had been the scene of a grizzly crime. They were telling him that they had already filmed nearly one hundred places, the most famous being the Lizzie Borden house, the Amityville Horror House, Ed Gein's house, Jeffery Dahmer's house, and the Vallisca Ax Murder House. They told him they were on there way to California to see the Manson Mansion. Owen feigned interest before politely slipping away before they could ask him to 'say a few w