Eyes searched the different rooms inside the famed Murder House. How was someone supposed to find their way around this stupid freakinâ house? Scowl twisting her face down, Alice puffed her cheeks out and let an exasperated sigh. âDoes anyone even freakinâ live here?â she called out, pissed that she was having to walk around this place at all. Dammit, Keith. Why did he have to end up in a place like this? âStupid, supposed haunted house. Stupid, maze,â she grumbled, continuing her trek through the house.Â
Eden hummed softly to herself, blue eyes peering down to the contents of a chocolate filled box - someone bought Valentineâs Day chocolate a week too early and left it right on the kitchen counter. One idiotâs forgetfulness was the young ghostâs gain. Finally deciding on a darker hued truffle, she popped it in her mouth, leaning against the hallway wall. She closed her eyes in content for a brief moment before a voice alerted her. Eden looked left around the hallway, spotting a girl who seemed to be wandering aimlessly. The ghostly teen quickly turned visible, head cocked to the side as she studied the girl - living, she assumed - from behind. âLive is an interesting word to use here,â Eden called out back, finally swallowing down the hunk of chocolate. âYou lost?â



















