Episode 1:
Welcome to the Murder House

Samson & Jacob

"You ready?" Jacob asked him excitedly while grabbing the straps of his bags. Samson looked at him, shaking his head no as Jacob dropped his bags with a sigh. "Look, I know you don't feel like leaving but you're moving to my neighborhood so it should be fine." Jacob bit his bottom lip then turned heel as Samson's foster parent wanted them to hurry up. "Oh, you guys go ahead. I am riding with Jacob." Samson said while looking up at Jacob, who gave Samson's foster parent a thumbs up. Samson's foster parent nodded his head and headed out. Samson knew that Josephine was going to protest, probably the whole entire trip. It made him laugh, honestly but he stood up and kissed his boyfriend on the lips then smiled. "Let's go." With those words said, Samson grabbed his bags and follow Jacob out of the room.

Along the ride, it was pure silence between the two. Samson enjoyed the scenery but didn't really have the feeling to comment on it. The only thing audible was his sighing and occasional head bang with the tinted window. He was going to give himself a headache after while but anything was better than moving to New York at this point. As they turned the last and final corner, Samson eyes widened as he saw their magnificent, huge mansion. He saw that his foster parent and Josephine had made it already. Jacob pointed to his house and his friends house, who are said to be twins. "I don't believe you." Samson said because he has never seen a pair of twins before. Jacob shook his head, laughing while popping his trunk open. "Fuck them bags. Let's go and see the inside." Samson said while grabbing ahold of Jacob's hand.

Samson felt a little uneasy about this house when he stepped onto the porch. Upon entering the house, it was breathtaking for him - Literally. Jacob looked at him with a smile. "This is beautiful." Jacob proclaimed while walking upstairs, breaking away from Samson, who was down the stairs and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and seen that it still had food in there. His father parent walked into the kitchen. "So, do you like it?" Samson was speechless. "Why is there food already in the fridge? Or how is there?" Samson asked as his foster parent walked up beside him with a raised brow then shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know but glad there is." His foster parent laughed as he mimicked his laughter silently.

Jacob came back down the stairs and told Samson that he had to see his room while he goes and get the bags out of the trunk of his car. Samson walked up the stairs and walked past Josephine's room and leaned against the doorway, sticking his hands inside of his pockets. "So, how do you feel about getting your own room?" He asked her with a raised brow then walked further into her room, sitting on the edge of her bed.

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A scowl was on Josephine's face as she picked at the black eye shadow and eyeliner that brightened her dark green eyes, looking in the mirror now she was getting frustrated with looking at herself. She has been sitting in the car with her stuff for about the past twenty minutes waiting on the boys inside. Grabbing her bag from the back, she pulled out her make up and was soon touching it up on her face. She was a real pretty girl but she really did like that dark make up and clothes on her. It set a lot of people off as they automatically thought she was a bad person. The only thing bad about her was the language that she liked to use around people. When she was done fixing it up, she put her things away and brushed back her dark blond hair before placing the black beanie on top again. "Ugh.. Come on!" She yelled out in the car as she snapped the over head closed to look out the wide shield, a satisfied from coming over face until she didn't see Samson following after her Foster Father. "Where is he?" Josephine fired off when he got into the car. During the time they have lived together, he was like the older brother that she always wanted in her life. They have gotten pretty close over time and she didn't like it when he did this. "He's driving with Jacob." He answered back as he slipped on his seat belt. "That son of a bitch." She muttered, getting a glare from him, as she fell back into her seat and shut her eyes. This was going to be a long trip.

It actually didn't seem to take as long as she thought. Josephine managed to pass out quick in the car after having Modest Mouse blasting in her ears the whole time. Her Foster Father probably thought he was in heaven as she managed to talk a lot when she's angry. When they pulled up to the place, she was quickly awaken by him. "We're here, so if you want just go inside. I'll help bring your stuff up." That was all she had to be told before she was rushing out of the car and run up the steps of the house. A giggle escaped her as she stared at the house in front of her. It was just absolutely breath taking. "You got to be shitting me.." She called out before she pushed open the door. Goosebumps soon filled her arms as she took a step inside of the place. Her eyes widened at the sensation as she took a step back to bump into her Foster Father. "Hey, what are you doing? I'm carrying your things in. We have to pick your room." He called out as he had two boxes in hand. She just rolled her eyes at herself for being silly. That's when they both made their way upstairs to pick out her room so the movers could move things in.

By the time Jacob and Samson arrived at the house, she already had her deep dark wooden furniture in her bedroom she picked out. It was spacious room with a bathroom attached on the right side. The walls were a light green that she decided to keep. Her bed was pushed up against the wall with a black spread. The room was dark but it's how it was at home. It was soon being turned into her old room. Her clothes were filled in the dresser and the closet, posters hanging up on the wall with her dart board. Josephine had all the things she wanted in her room up already. She was a quick unpacker as she already had a place for everything. It wasn't long before she was leaning back against her bed. A deep sigh relaxing from her as she could feel her muscles start to relax against the mattress.

"It's actually pretty nice not having to share." She fired back as she sat up on her elbows to come across Samson. A lazy smirk spread across her lips as she playfully tapped him with her short white socks she was wearing. "You could have told me you weren't going to drive with Danny and I. I would have went with you two. But at least I was good, I only swore twice in front of him and I didn't even smoke a cigarette." Josephine shrugged as she talked about her Foster Father Dan. Even though she says things about him, she really is grateful for the man. "Oh that's right.. He thinks I quit. Don't tell him I didn't quit, Sam!" She said with a glare before falling back against her sheets. Almost happy to be here now, that weird feeling almost seemed to disappear once she got in her room and unpacked.

Samson raised a brow up at Josephine when she stated that it was nice not having to share a room. He chuckled when it she talked about him coming up here with Jacob and she had ride with Danny, their Foster Father. His eyebrow raised towards as he watched her fall back. "You've really got to quit smoking, JoJo." JoJo was a little nickname he had given her when they became close enough. "You know me, I'm not going to tell anything. My lips are sealed. Scouts honor." He said while raising up his right hand. "But let me go and check out my room. See ya' at dinner." Samson winked while trailing off and going to his new room.

With a turn of the doorknob, he entered the room and saw that he had a big bed. Samson jumped on the bed, back first and did nothing but laugh then saw Jacob. "Awe. The wonders that will happen here, huh?" Samson shook his head then got up off the bed, kissing Jacob on the lips. Jacob smiled then grabbed Samson by the hand while almost rushing out of the room and down the stairs. "I want you to meet the twins." He said excitedly while basically running down the stairs and shooting out of the front door.

Jacob had reached the front door of the neighbors within seconds and knocked repeatedly once he got there. Samson loosened his hand from Jacob's then raised a brow as the door was opening.

- & -

Heather sat up in the attic, humming silently to herself as she swayed from side to side. Most people didn't know that she was ghost but they soon find out for themselves that she was. Her ears twitched as she heard the slamming of car doors then she lifted herself up and walked to the window and peered her eyed down at the four people walking into the house. Heather always hated having new guests entered her home, or their home. She made sure that she was going to have fun with this family but this time no killing. Or hopefully.

She lowered her head then turned around as Miss Faith walked up behind her. "Our guests have arrived." Heather seethed at the voice behind her as Miss Faith grabbed her by the back of her neck and whispered in her ear. "I've killed you once and I can do it again." She then eased her grip upon Heather's neck while patting her on the back.

Miss Faith smirked as she saw a grown man carrying a box enter. "I'm going to have fun with him." She cooed while turning towards Heather then walked out of the attic. Heather hated Miss Faith because she use to be a guest in The Murder House but now she was a permanent owner. Miss Faith killed Heather because she was getting lonely in the house. Heather met a lot of ghosts that resided there and came quite fond of them. Well, except for Miss Faith.

She folded her arms over her chest and walked out of the attic, eventually ending upstairs. She walked by the girl's room then cursed underneath her breath. "Shit, what if she saw me?" She quickly made her disappear, hopefully before the female came out of her room and saw her.