A bluish room, a book and a cigarette was all Violet needed to keep her mind occupied of all the commotion down stairs. Everyone said she needed to do her part, being a part of the legendary hauntings of the house. ‘Who gives a crap? A haunted house is a haunted house. I swear, the new owners get stupider and stupider each time.’ The thought of people thinking that they could live in a house full of suicide and murder was just stupid. Sure, Violet was one of those people but there were emotional factors as to why she wanted to stay in the first place. Now it was just a living hell full of zoo animals learning how to get along. It didn’t take long for Violet to hear footsteps coming toward her former bedroom but it also didn’t take long for her not to give a single care of who would come through that door.‘Well, shit happens. I just wonder who it is.’