#thisistatelangdon

i made that ages ago o:

----------California was home sweet home to Frances Cobain after what seemed like an eternity in the muggy mosquito ridden Louisiana at a witch academy. Her mother had sent her down there on belief it was for a photoshoot when in actuality she had been sending her to her supposed death. A voodoo priestess was supposed to kill Frances as soon as she arrived in New Orleans but nothing happened. The woman turned out to be kind and an entirely new nightmare overtook Frances. The head witch at Robichaux's academy forced her to come attend the school. Her, along with the other students, would not allow Frances to leave. They subjected her to torturous routines for a few years as she was held captive in there.

After finally escaping she found herself back in California. She refused to go back to her murderous mother Courtney Love's home so she'd have to find a new place to stay. Unlike before, Frances was now old enough and had access to her own money that was rightfully hers from her dad. Using a miniscule chunk of her funds Frances purchased a cheap, yet elegant, home she had heard about when growing up in LA. The Murder House was what it was commonly referred to as and she couldn't love it more. After finalizing the papers with Marcy, Frances grabbed her keys and drove to her new home with her luggage in tow.

It was a short drive to the home and she was amazed at it's beauty as she looked up at it close now. Grabbing her dad's guitar, which he had left to her and she never left behind, and a single suitcase Frances walked up the steps and entered her new home. She was the splitting image of Kurt Cobain-only in female form-and had a nice voice. Setting her things down she flipped on the lights and watched as they burned to life before locking her door and walking towards the kitchen.

"It is so nice to be away from all that bullshit finally."

She spoke to herself before she heard a crash come from the basement. Standing up straight she started towards the entry door to the basement and stood there for a moment. What if a burglar was down there? As she closed her eyes her natural senses she had her entire life began kicking into high gear. It was a ghost and a mischievous one at that.

"I am not afraid of you so you should just show yourself."

∞ - For an altered state of mind text. (Drunk, drugged.)

To: Tate |sent 3:09am |

"What are you doing here?" This time she didn't mean it in a snarky way. She had been given an assignment, supposed to take out a couple people within the week. But they didn't look like any of her targets, so what could they want? 

+ erismcclaine

Violet went to the bathroom, looking at the reflection on the mirror. She wondered how life could have been so cruel to her yet, even in death she lived a life of cruelty and happiness. The honey blonde spirit never understood that. Perhaps it was because most of the ghosts that are tied to this hellhole of a house actually got along after awhile but, she was still alone. In a room full of jokes and help, she felt isolated. Looking down at her arm, she saw the fresh cuts that she made, already attempting to stopping the bleeding. The teen just pondered over the memory of promising and she broke it. With a sigh, she turned off the lights and went to her room, plummeting face down on the bed. After a moment of silence, her head perked up and rolled over to her side to face the wall, knowing someone entered the room. “What do you want?