Moira O'Hara's Story

Bronte

Stepping out of the car to see the new house, she blinked at the enormity of it. "That's kind of cool, actually," she smiled. Grabbing her back pack, she headed into the house after collecting keys off one of the workers who were busy lugging their furniture into the old Victorian establishment. She decided to go pick a room first, so dashed up the stairs in front of her. She saw a lounge off to the right, grinning. "This place is rad," she mumbled, taking the steps two at a time. She made her way down the hall before slipping her head into the first room. It was empty, so she continued on. The next room had a bed in it and dark shutters over the window. What scared her the most was that there was a girl with long blonde hair sitting on the bed. Upon blinking, however, she disappeared. "Oh... Long drive messes with my head, yet again." She tossed her back pack onto the bed and kicked off her boots into the room. "Mine now."
She decided to check the next door, to see it was a small bathroom. It gave her the chills for some reason, so she backed out. The door at the end of the hall was open and on impulse she wandered towards it. It looked like a master bedroom, actually. Walking in, she traipsed towards the window that was covered in filmy white curtains. "You're not going to last here long," a male voice behind her muttered. She spun on her heel, heart pounding. There was no one there, though. Putting a hand to her heart, she sighed. She quickly headed back to the stairs, leaning over the banister to see the workers and her family.
"Did you guys see a boy before at all?" she called down to them.

Bronte

She watched Audrey enter the house and actually look to be happy about something, which honestly was a pleasant change from the grumpy girl who'd been in the whole car ride over. Giving her a wry smile, she stuck out her tongue. "Definitely a ghost, then A," she giggled. Then she considered the questions. "Yeah, I found a room. It's pretty dark so I might actually get sleep for once." An uneasy feeling came over her for a moment, and she turned to glance behind her. She shivered; she could have sworn there was breathing right at her ear. "Uh... I didn't see any boy, really... I just heard him. He said something like 'you won't last' or something... Ugh, my fault for watching The Orphan on the way over here." She shrugged it off and looked back to her twin. "Oh, but I read on the house description that there's a basement! Come explore it with me!" she cried. She took Audrey's hand and dashed down the stairs without waiting for much of a response. Their last house had no attic, nor a basement, and being particularly fond of horror movies, BB really wanted to check them out.

Tate

He turned back to Violet. He looked at her carefully. "I thought you weren't talking to me..." he muttered. Looking out to the twins, he chuckled. "Ironic... last twins that were in here, one died." He crept up behind Bronte, breathing into her ear. He almost laughed when she turned and replied to who was very obviously her sister. "I wonder which one of these are going to have the same fate?"
He stopped short when they left, heading for the basement. "Aren't your parents still scaring anyone who enters the basement?" he asked. Vivien had full on shot and stabbed Ben for the last family that tried to move in. These guys were just kids; they didn't need to see that. "This could be bad..."