American Horror Story: Murder House Characters Novels & Stories

There was no damage. No broken windows. No signs of forced entry. Everything looked normal. Too normal. Aurora stepped inside. Her pace slowed. Because the house held too many memories. Her childhood. Her parents. The years she spent building Blackwood. And the tragedies that had happened there. The security team was already waiting inside. One of the officers approached them immediately. "Mr. Harrington. Mrs. Harrington." "What did you find?" The man didn't answer right away. Instead, he motioned for them to follow him.

The screen was lit, a news alert taking up most of it. 'Wife killed in suburban murder case. Husband stabbed her to death after she refused intimacy during pregnancy.' The bedroom door opened with a click. Julian stepped in, wearing that same smile I was tired of seeing. "Honey, I want you tonight."

a man answered. "This is Dr. Granger in the Psych ward. We have an emergency situation. I need a security team and send a medical team as well." She opened the closet door and stifled a scream. Hector's dead eyes stared back at her from the crumpled body on the floor. "Call the police! Hector's been murdered!" She looked away and looked across the screens at the patients. Her eyes locked on the screen showing Ben's room. There was a man leaning over Ben's body. He was beating on his chest. NO! HE WAS STABBING HIM!

“Donated to charity, ended up with Genesis at the auction. The Hawkins family bought it.” I crossed my legs and pulled my hair back. “So it’s either haunted or cursed.” Alex nodded. “Dad’s notes say the same thing. Everyone in the house dies—not just the buyer. Peter Sims had a whole family. The 1970 victim, Hanford, was a wealthy widow with staff. All dead.” William dropped the papers onto the table. “Cursed or haunted—either way… we’re burning it.”

"The doors, the shuffling upstairs? Were you doing all that?" "Yes, ma'am," the woman said, her voice soft and timid. "My name is Martha, and this is my husband, Henry. We are too old to fight off the troublemakers who come here. So we came up with a plan to make it seem haunted. It usually works. People get scared and run away.” Jason offered a faint smile to the old woman, “That's a genius plan Martha. But don't worry, we are not trespassing or trying to cause any trouble.”

Instead, I heard a terrible scream behind me. “Ahhh!!!” I opened my eyes in shock and realized that the bat had struck the wife behind me. She dashed about by the ruined apartment door. “She stole part of your soul just moments ago. That’s why she managed to run away from the apartment building. She’s now back to kill you.” His words puzzled me. “Stole part of my soul?” He could see my confusion. “In simpler terms, she wanted to make you take her place.” I panicked. “W-What should I do?!”

It was a grim reckoning, as he couldn't shake the fear that Alexa might now be in the crosshairs of a ruthless and callous murderer, leaving her precariously perched on the edge of impending peril. "We need to search the inside home of the Klaus brothers," Tommy suggested balling his fists, "I just can't shake the feeling that they are involved in all of this," "Hmm, quite the detective we have here," Walking into the crime scene was a lady with long cascading black hair and hazel green eyes, dressed in a hunter attire, and a tall handsome man with blue eyes sharing a mild resemblance with Lucifer. "you are right..." She searched his name tag, "Deputy Sheriff Tommy,"

They looked agitated as more angry voices were heard from outside "Ma'am! Ma'am!" The house help from earlier came running. She nearly fell if not for Antonia on the way "Talk…what's going on?"Antonia asked, seeing how the house help was bleeding. Both mother and daughter ran towards the door. Olivia didn't move Her cat-like eyes shifted to the girl with a bleeding forehead. Blood was dripping down like water. Without staying she followed the vultures outside to see what was happening "You family of murderers!" "What else are you hiding!?"

We start to walk down the hall, all the doors are open; we can see inside each class we walk by. "Where the hell are we" I grow increasingly stressed trying to figure out what is going on. Brittany grabs my hand and holds it tight as we walk down the hallway. She screams as we pass a classroom to the left. I look at her as she has wide eyes, her face looks shocked and horrified. I look into the room and see the smiling entity standing there, waving at us, with our bodies laying in a pool of blood next to him.