venatione-monstra || closed
Violet laid on the leather couch of the office, her head propped up on the arm rest. Her eyes were closed, and she felt relaxed for once. If there was one thing that was difficult in the Murder House, it was realizing. For once, her mother wasn’t screaming at her father. For once, Chad wasn’t screaming at Patrick. For once, Nora wasn’t screaming for her babies. It was quiet. Just the way the dead girl liked it.
Well, it was quiet, before a familiar creak of the floorboards indicated someone was outside the study, waiting. Watching. Her head shot up, and she glanced around the room, looking. The thought that someone was watching made her uncomfortable.
“Who’s there?" She called out, her voice loud and clear. She wouldn’t let some unknown person scare her. Violet wasn’t afraid of anything. “I heard you, there’s no reason to hide."











