As I stepped out of the car, looking at the new place I would call home, I was finally at peace. “It looks perfect!” I thought to myself, as I looked around. To others, I looked like if a sorority girl, a hippie, and Morticia Addams had a baby. Fair skin, Icy blue eyes, tattoos, peircings, dark hair, but with a girly, yet dark style. I fixed the black dress I wore, along with the long flannel, and black knee high boots, before waving hi to the neighbors, and walking into the house. “Howdy Everybody!” I smiled, talking to the spirits. “Im Ashley. Y’all can call me Ash. Im a witch from New Orleans, and im the new owner.” I paused for a moment. “ Now, I know that there are spirits that haunt this house. If y’all don’t wish to speak with me, that’s perfectly fine. I’ll treat all of you with respect. Just how y’all should be treated.” I smiled. “There’s gonna be some changes around here. You guys will like me. I promise.” I started walking around, putting on the radio, “In Bloom” by Nirvana starting to play as I danced around. I had that whole dirty, grungy vibe to me. I was magical, and didnt really care about most things. Miora sighed, looking at Tate, whispering to him. “She’s like the witchy version of you. If given the right time, her mom was probably a groupie for Kurt Cobain. That would explain so much.” she laughed a bit. “Seems like a real sweetheart, though.”
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Standing next to Moira, I watched you dance around in awe. “She’s definitely different,” I commented to Moira, a goofy sort of smile creeping onto my face. “She says she already knows about us,” I continued, dumbfounded. “How?” I wondered. “Well she did say she is a witch,” Moira said knowingly, as if it were obvious. I felt the old maid nudge me gently. “You should introduce yourself and find out,” she suggested, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Already?!” I said, inwardly panicking. “I’m way too nervous!” Moira quirked an eyebrow at me in disbelief. “You? Shy? Since when?” I rolled my eyes at her. Moira used to hate me. But ever since the Harmons died and took up residence with all the rest of us, her feelings toward me slowly changed and now we were pretty close. I hung out with her mostly to get away from Hayden, who seemed to think that since we both were rejected by our lovers, we had some sort of kinship now. She was constantly throwing herself at me, too, which got on my fucking nerves.
“Okay maybe I’m not the shyest, but look at her! She’s definitely not like the rest who have come and gone here,” I explained. Now it was Moira’s turn to roll her eyes. “Astute observation, Mr. Langdon. Now go get her. Move on from Violet. I’m sick of you moping around about her.”
I glared at Moira, offended. “Fine,” I snapped. She was right, of course, but I would never tell her that. I shifted my energy and felt my body pop back into existence, appearing before the new girl.
My Type is Homicidal 