American Horror Story: Murder House Characters นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“The house isn’t creepy.” “Yes, it is,” Owen and Caroline said in unison. Ben dipped his roller back into the paint tray. “It has character.” Caroline hopped down from the stool and wiped paint from her hands. A streak of green smeared across her forehead. “This house has the same amount of character as Amityville.” Ben laughed and stepped closer, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe the paint from her skin. “My house is not haunted. It just needs some attention.”

After hearing him out, Daniel and I decided to drive home overnight. Before we left, Great-Uncle Harold added that once the spirit-bound blood disappeared, she would suffer retaliation from the infant’s soul. As for what kind of retaliation, he didn’t say. By the time we reached home, it was already past midnight. Once inside, we turned on the lights and found the sculpture in the northwest corner of the living room. We used a power saw to cut it open. Sure enough, at the base of the sculpture was a transparent sealed vial.

We’ve already burned ten of them. Fifteen seconds left. Ten. I look at Maurice and Queenie, then the hallway that leads to the back of the house, where Gale Crawford is chained to a pipe behind a padlocked door, oblivious to the fact that his father has arrived with six crossbow men and a lifetime of homicidal disappointment. Unfortunately for Harrison, I am not the girl from the ambush. I am not the woman who freezes. I am done being the person things happen to. Five seconds.

The rest washed away the blood, cleaned their weapons and slowly raised the flasks of moonshine, celebrating another victory of the united army of the undead. In the confusion reigning around, no one paid attention to the bright green glow of the circle that opened near the camp and the magician who stepped out of it. Allvin was one of the few who, possessing strength, also had the right to move within the camp, so that most knew him by sight and did not even get distracted from their studies. Smelling the flaps of his cloak, Allvin quickly rushed to the large tent, which from the side was no different from the same medical ones, except that a pair of guards - a werewolf and a vampire - were

He appeared, his face white in the streetlights within the darkness of his hair and clothing, and his lips glossed with blood. “They heard the gun, move!” Heath ordered in a hiss and ran towards the house. He climbed to the first story effortlessly, reaching down to grab Aislen by the wrist. She felt Cameron grab her by the waist, lifting her up, as Rhett and Talen manhandled the woman Van Helsing’s body up, before all three men followed. As they reached the balcony of the second story, the front door burst open and a group of Van Helsings, in casual clothing or pajamas, and one wearing a towel wrapped around his head and a bathrobe, ran out, holding weapons.

What is he doing here? “Your Highness, an honor to meet you,” he greeted me first, perfectly executing a gentleman’s bow as he asked for my hand. I raised my hand to receive his palm before it was rudely slapped away by the man on my right. The gentleman merely chuckles. “I am Marquis Johanssen of the House of Men.” My eyes widened a fraction. A werewolf in the House of Men? And a Marquis, at that? How is it possible? “Pardon? But I just saw your wolf—”

The house stood tall in its monstrosity, looking like something straight out of a horror movie. We went in cautiously, with a few of my soldiers scattered around the premises. The house smelled stale, of weed and blood, and something else that was so strong, it had us pinching our nostrils together with our fingers. It didn’t take us too long to find out what the other thing was because immediately we stepped into the wide corridor leading to the rooms, we found a body- or what was left of a body on the floor. The psychopath who must’ve committed the murder had taken his or her sweet time in slicing up the person’s body into small bits, heaping the sliced pieces of flesh into a messy pyramid

Just as she opened the gate, the same man from the long black coat that Benjamin saw earlier appeared before her. Amara saw his ghostly appearance that was flying in air with no limbs and she was shivering with terror. Her complete body was sweating, the heart rate increased and she was almost at the stage of collapse. "Go away from here, there is nobody residing inside. Go away." He admonished her firm. Amara shook her head even when she was on the verge of losing conscience. "Alexander is inside. I need to save him." She argued solid and stretched open the wide gates of the haunted house.

Raven covered her mouth with her hand when she saw the picture on the big screen. A man was bloody while lifeless lying in the doorway. Half of its body is outside the door and the other half is inside. It stretched its hand out as if it was crawling outwards, but it could not do so because it had already died. There was a bloodstain on the floor. “What happened to him?” Kyra asked. “He is the new owner of the house,” said Cain. Beatrix showed the house from the outside to the inside. It is beautiful and its design was modern. It has a color black and white paint.

The red shingle roof needed repair as bits of it were sliding down off it and the walls were cracked at places where plants forced their way into the plaster. We hid behind some bushes, peering out to where Hunter stood in front of the slatted front door. A middle-aged woman opened the door for him and bade him to come inside. He turned around before he went in, scrutinizing his surroundings, a frown between his eyes. We ducked down; afraid he would see us. When it was safe, we moved closer to the house. With werewolf hearing it was possible to hear the conversation inside. “Thank you for agreeing to see me, Madame Helen.” I heard his deep voice droning inside the building.