American Horror Story: Murder House Characters の小説・ストーリー

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

We quickly assembled our burgers in the kitchen before adjourning to the dining room, where my brothers quickly read through their assigned envelopes before introducing their characters. Matt was Mr. Basil Thyme, a doctor who had a gambling addiction. Mikey was Mr. Bramble Birch, the mafia boss who was the prime suspect in the murder of a stripper named Azalea. The glorious name of Kale Forest was given to Daniel who muttered grumpily that he didn't even like kale before he resigned himself to his role of nightclub owner and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his collared shirt, rolling the sleeves up to the elbows. "I don't think my heels are high enough to play this… ummm… lady of the ni

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

Lucien POV --- The graveyard should have been silent. Instead, the fog moved like it had opinions. Samantha trudged beside me with her crowbar, glaring at every shadow. “If something undead jumps at me, I’m committing a felony.” “You are not capable of defeating a vampire with that,” I said. “You haven’t seen me angry enough.” Fair. The air felt tight, trembling— because the House was humming through her bones, panicking. And if the House was panicking, we should have been running.

Human. Until you remember that the humans here are not human and have murdered thousands of werewolves. Dexter lands silently behind me. We take a moment to get our bearings. The interior of the house is just like Marcus's intelligence indicated. Kitchen to the left, living room ahead of us, bedrooms upstairs. There are voices coming from the living room. I catch bits of dialogue. A woman talking about work. A man responding with something that makes her laugh. The TV gets louder.

A few minutes later, he returned, his face now strangely unreadable. He stared at me, as if seeing me for the first time. “Sophie Sullivan, do you know someone named… Chuck Lee?” he asked slowly. Chuck Lee? I shook my head. “No. Who is that?” “He was the actor originally assigned to play the NPC in that escape room,” Daniel said flatly. “The one who was supposed to wear the pumpkin head.” A flicker of hope sparked inside me. “He woke up? He can prove it!” “When we found him, he was dead.”

Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending. ‘I’m terribly sorry for your loss. A very elegant lady Miss Arora,’ said the inspector solemnly, nodding and reflecting on a previous meeting with Esha. ‘This is a case of murder. The room seems to be untouched ... Nothing is missing ... The victim was found wearing a camisole and a black trouser. She has a severe bruise on her head. It is murder, alright. Ah! A terrible affair. Everything points to the fact that the murderer got away, at least for the time being. I gather that she was last seen at 4.30 by the housemaid?’ ‘Yes,’ Jyoti croaked from the corner. ‘I see ...’

"The game difficulty has been upgraded. Only high-level ghosts may remain in Happy Home. Mid-level ghosts must evacuate the residential complex immediately." The fatal mechanical voice echoed throughout the entire building. "What?!" Nicole couldn't help but scream. Granny Rosa was the only high-level ghost they could currently access. Without her as a messenger, they would all die here without question. My father and brother's expressions flickered with panic as they paced back and forth, unable to find a way out.