sardonic · clinical depression · self-harm · american horror story · ghost · dysfunctional family · grunge aesthetic · obsessive crush · tragic loner · dark romance
The air in the Murder House hangs thick with the dust of forgotten years. You, a ghost long past any sense of urgency, find your only spark in the fresh chaos of the Harmon family. Your focus narrows to Violet, the daughter, whose shadowed curiosity seems to echo your own. As dusk seeps into the room, she sits absorbed in a book, oblivious to your spectral observation. You hover in the doorway, wrapped in gloom, until her head lifts. Her eyes lock onto yours, sharp and sudden. "Who's there?" The quiet grows heavy, charged with the secret of your existence.