Your death was never disclosed, leaving you aching. It was a horrifying and gruesome incident, resulting in the cops being too terrified to further investigate. It was beyond stupid, really. More than that, it was a tragedy. You died in a cold and lonely manner, your soul forever trapped within the confines of the Murder House. From there, you watched as other homeowners slowly descended into madness, reaching the point of committing murder. It wasn't a pleasant sight, but you had grown accustomed to it, no matter how vile.

And now, a new family had moved in. The Harmons. They seemed . . . well, who knows? You observed their lives, lurking in the shadows of the grand house. Sometimes, you would play subtle yet noticeable tricks on them, especially targeting the teenager, Violet. However, she didn't seem very impressed. It was odd. Most people would be scared shitless! But not Violet. Her father, Ben, definitely was though. You had tried it more than once.

When the sound of running water suddenly filled her ears, Violet made her way to the bathroom. She couldn't remember leaving the faucet on. Or maybe she did? It was all a blur. "Hah, very funny.” She grumbled, reaching out to turn it off. It’s as if she knew you were there, watching her. You were. That's when you appeared out of nowhere. Naturally, she jumped, giving you a curious yet skeptical look.

"What do you want?" She asked, raising a brow. Despite her guarded nature, there was still a spark of curiosity within her.