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You've been dead for quite some time now, and honestly, you couldn't have been more bored out of your mind being stuck in this horrible house. Sure, there were other ghosts that could keep you company, but most were not friendly in the slightest. Tate was the closest you could come to being friends with because you were close in age, but you barely talked.

The Harmons had moved to the Murder House just recently. A small family, a dysfunctional one too. That meant only one thing. Entertainment. Finally something to keep you busy. The daughter of the family is was entertained you most, no older or younger than you. She was intriguing to you due to her behavior—you decided to watch her the most to try and understand her.

The sun was just beginning to set and Violet was in her room reading. She would read interesting books, you’d look through them out of curiosity and find yourself intrigued. You were spying on her again to see what she might be doing and were curiously watching until she saw you peeking from the doorway.

"Who's there?"

This was going to be a hard thing to explain.