murder house | pilot
introduction
Season 1 - Murder House
Episode 1 - Pilot
word count: 2,438
1978
Far above , the branches twisted like distorted limbs reaching out. The forboding tree reaching out towards you. The open gates, showcasing a gnarled, old looking- house and a young girl standing on the front lawn
CRASH! A sound crashes as someone throws a rock at the window of an abandoned house and shatters it.
Bryan jokes “Hey, Troy. You're a dork.”
“Hey, shut up. Hey, freak.” Troy insults.
On Bryan’s way to the front door, Bryan blows some kisses at Addie who stares back at him, keeping a straight face.
“Excuse me. You are going to die in there.” the mysterious girl warns.
“Shut your mouth, or we're gonna kick your ass!” Troy says,angry at the girl.
Bryan “We got bats.”
Troy moans “I hate trees!”
As they enter the house, Addie chants “You're gonna regret it. You're gonna regret it. You're gonna regret it.”
Troy “Yeah!”
Bryan “Yeah!”
The boys smash everything inside of the house with their bats.
“Troy” Bryan says he looks at the door.
“Awesome, go,” Troy forced.
“No, you go, shithead.” Bryan says, not wanting to go first.
The boys go down the stairs, not knowing the dangers that they are about to face.
“Check it out." Troy pushed.
They find a room full of jars filled with human's and animal's parts. Troy picks up a jar containing an ear and drops it. As a result, it shatters onto the ground.
“It stinks in here. It stinks like shit. You remember last summer when we get the raccoon stuck in our chimney? That's what it smells like. Let's go find it.” Troy says, disgusted.
“No, it smells bad... I'm getting out of here.” Bryan says.
Troy goes further into the room, poping his crackers, while Bryan turns around, up the stairs. Suddenly, the popping stops. Bryan stops his ascension.
"Troy? " Bryan questions.
(A bottle rolls across floor)
"Troy? Who's down there? Cut it out, Troy. Cut it out." Bryan asks again, scared.
Bryan finds Troy on the ground, his throat slashed while Troy is reaching out to him, unable to utter anything. Suddenly, Bryan turns around and sees a terrifying creature called the infantata, running in their direction.
As a result, Bryan starts screaming bloody murder as Addy simply stars back at the house.
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18th July 2011
Ugh this is soooo boring, I don't know why my parents aren't divorced already, whatever, it's not like I care.
"Mommmm are we there yet?" I complain.
" We'll be there soon honey. " mom says looking at me from the mirror thing.
Vivien : The light is different out here. It's softer.
Violet : It's called smog.
Ben : You should be excited, Vi. You can stop sneaking cigarettes and just start taking deep breaths.
Violet : I need to go to the bathroom.
Ben : We're almost there.
Violet : I need to go.
Ben : Vi, it's a freeway. Really, where do you want me to pull over? Maybe the Honda next to us has a bathroom or something.
Violet : Bet if the baby had to piss , you'd find somewhere.
"Hey! Don't call me a baby!" I pouted.
Vivien : Really? Violet, I hate that word, unless I'm saying it.
Ben : I'm really glad we named you Violet, instead of our second choice. Same with you Eve.
Violet : Which was?
Vivien : Sunshine.
"lol, cringe." Violet shoots me a ' wtf' look.
Ben : It's funny. Come on, you gotta admit it's funny.
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Currently, we’re at the front of our brand new house and dad is ringing the doorbell.
Ben : I love it. Don't you love it, hon? I mean, it looks even better than it did online.
Vivien : Yeah, it's interesting.
“How about you Evelyn?” Dad asks me.
“I think it’s cool and superrr creepy. :) it’s totally haunted!” I beam while Violet keeps on thinking, ‘why does my sister have to be so creepy?’
Violet : Great. So we're the Addams Family now.
Ben : Hey, crabby pants. Come here.
Vivien : What are you doing?
Ben : Isn't this place amazing?
Suddenly, I see an old looking lady open the door.
Marcy : Welcome. It's a classic L.A. Victorian. Built around 1920 by the doctor to the stars at the time. It's just fabulous. These are real Tiffany fixtures. As you can see, the previous owners really loved this place like a child. They restored everything.
‘Tiffany, in that super cool famous store I see big celebrities like Lady Gaga buy and wear???!’ I think, amazed.
Vivian: Gay?
Marcy : What do you think?
Ben : Tiffany. Wow.
Marcy : Do you cook?
Ben : Viv is a great cook. I got her cooking lessons a few years ago, and she ended up teaching the teacher a few things.
Marcy : Cooking lessons... romantic. Aren't you a psychologist?
Ben : Psychiatrist. You said something on the phone about there being a study that I could use as a home office? I'm planning on seeing patients here, so I can spend more time with the family.
‘That’s kinda cool I guess : I wont have to deal with seeing the patients every day. Privacy, at last.’ I smile, happy at the idea.
Marcy : How refreshing.
(Vivien puts her dog down, and it goes running outside the kitchen, yapping)
Vivien : Violet, honey, would you go see where Hayley we-nt? Oh, never mind. Eve, try not to trip sweetheart!
“Hey fluffy, what’s wrong?” her eyes widen (she just came up with this) “I know! It’s ghost... spooky. 😃” Whoever the ghost was, decided to prank her by tapping her on the head lightly. “ Aaahhhh!!!” she screamed while running into her mothers chest while her mother was confused. Nevertheless, she’s pulled her daughter into a hug. “Mom! This shits haunted, so cool!”
Violet was used to this, username to her sister being obsessed and fascinated with scary things. Violet signed and went up to the dog,” What are you yapping at?”
That was soooo epic! Finally, I get to feel a ghost!!😊😃😀 im watching as the loser attempts to open a random creepy door, oh she’s done it, finalllly. I see her go in a bit and peek inside while she goes down the stairs. it's dark and creepy but whatever cool I guess.
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I was walking back to the living room?? area.
Vivien : This wallpaper is peeling over here. Looks like maybe there's a mural underneath it.
Marcy : The last owners probably covered it up. They were modernists. Speaking of the last owners, full disclosure requires that I tell you about what happened to them.
‘Wait?! something happenedddd???’
Vivien : Oh, God... they didn't die in here or anything, did they?
Marcy : Yes, actually, both of them. Murder-suicide. I sold them the house, too. They were just the sweetest couple. You never know, I guess.
‘omgggggg ghostsss!!!! i called it! 😉’
Ben : That explains why it's half the price of every other house in the neighborhood, I guess.
Marcy : I do have a very nice mid-century ranch, but it's in the Valley, and you're going to get a third of the house for twice the price.
Ben : Right.
Violet : Where did it happen?
Marcy : The basement.
Violet : We'll take it.
‘:) operation find ghosts!’
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Ben: Come on, babe, let's go to bed. Leave that for the morning.
Vivien : I'm a little bit worried about Violet, you know, these kids here are very different. I don't know if she can handle another year of not fitting in. Same with Evelyn, her friends at her old school weren’t a great influence on her.
Ben : You mean... you can't?
Vivien : Can't believe this place doesn't freak you out a little bit. 'Cause of what happened here?
Ben : My repulsion is tempered by the fact that this house is worth four times what we paid for it, so let's not think about it.
Vivien : This is your professional advice, Doctor, just denial?
Ben : Come on, let me give you a little love. Moving here, buying this house was the exact right thing to do for us and our family. It's a good thing and we deserve some good after all the shit we've been through.
Vivien : I've got some stuff I want to... unpack down in the kitchen. I appreciate that you're trying. I'm trying, too.
Ben : Okay.
Vivien : It's just gonna take some time.
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Currently, I’m at the campus of my new middle school. I see a group of bitchy-looking girls out front.
Maria : Hey! Student council passed a rule against blowing bubblegum.
Katy : yeah, you could choke on it.
‘tf okay karen.’
“I'm new, I didn't know, sorry.” i roll my eyes.
Maria : What the hell is wrong with you? People sit here, they eat here.
“You don't know me. Why are you doing this?”
Katy : Maria's grandmother died from choking on gum, she takes this pretty seriously.
Maria : Eat it... eat it or I'm gonna kick the shit out of you.
“No. What?”
Cathy : Come on, , that's enough.
Maria : No, no, no, I want to see her eat it.
“No. No.”
Maria : Eat it, eat it.
Katy : Maria, seriously, she's like 10.
Maria tries to force me to eat the gum, but I take the gum out of my mouth and place it on Maria’s head. Maria screams.
Maria : You are dead! You are dead!
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Currently, I’m peaking, leaning around the corner of my sister’s door.
Tate : This one I did after my dad left. I was ten, I think.
‘Who’s this?’
Violet : Last week, first day at my new school... sucks.
‘Ouch, that looks like it hurts.’
Tate : Westfield, right? The worst. I got thrown out of there.
Violet : I hate it here. I hate everyone. All there bourgeoisy designer bullshit. East Coast was much cooler. I mean, at least we had weather.
Tate : I love it when the leaves change.
Violet : Yeah, me, too.
Tate : Why did you move here?
Violet : My dad had an affair. My mom literally caught him in the act.
‘Yeah, why don’t they divorce then????!!‘ I acidentally slipped as i had been leaning into the door to much. oof
Violet: what are you doing here? wait, were u listening in on our conversation?!
“err, maybe?”
Tate: Who’s this?
“I’m Evelyn, Violet’s better sister, epic ghost hunter😼😎“
Tate smiles lightly, violet says, “whatever, come here.” she puts me on her lap while they carry on their conversatio
Tate : That's horrible. If you love someone, you should never hurt them... never.
Violet : Right? I know. And the worst part is that six months earlier, my mom had, like, this brutal miscarriage. The baby was seven months old, and we had to have this macabre funeral. Have you ever seen a baby coffin?
Tate sits near Violet and gently touches her wrist.
Tate : I'm sorry.
Violet : Why are you seeing my dad?
Tate : Don't ask questions you already know the answer to. You're smarter than that.
Violet : Want to listen to Morrissey? He's cool and he's pissy and he hates everyone and everything.
Tate : Got any Kurt Cobain on that thing?
Ben : What are you doing in here?
I turn my head around and see dad by the door
Violet : Just listening to music, Dad.
Ben : You need to leave, Tate. I'm sorry. He shouldn't be in here, and I think you know that... please.
Tate : What's that thing you think I'm afraid of? Fear of rejection?
Ben : Stay away from him.
Violet : Dad, nothing...
Ben : You heard me!
Tate : No! Bullet, bullet, bullet!
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im in the kitchen with mom eating some sweets and i see a women and a girl.
Vivien : I want you to stay out of my house. Do you understand?
Constance : Can I smoke in here?
Vivien : No. Adelaide, answer me, please.
Addie : Can I pet your dog?
Vivien : No, Adelaide, I want you to stay out of the house. I want you to stop coming in and opening things up and telling me that I'm going to die.
Ben : She said that?
Constance : She says that to everybody. Say you're sorry, Addie.
Addie : No, they did it.
Vivien : Who did it?
Addie : The twins.
Constance : Shh.
Addie : Can I... pet your dog?
Vivien : No, Adelaide, listen to me. I want you to stop coming in here without permission. Am I clear?’
I wisper to mom, ‘why does she always come in the house, i can hear her a lot.’ mom just shrugs
Ben : Vivien.
Vivien : Am I clear?
Addie : Yes.
Vivien : Thank you.
Constance : Time to go, Addie.
Ben : Hallie!
Vivien : Are you okay?
Addie : She shouldn't have done that.
Constance : Sorry about all this. You touch my kid one more time and I will break your goddamn arm.
‘awkward, now thats a TRUE karen’
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im at school and this bitch is trying to fucking fight me
Violet : I'm not scared of you!
Maria : Should be!
Kids : Fight, fight, fight!
i spit
Maria: little bitch!
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Vivien : Hey. Whoa. Come here. What happened to your face?
“Fell down.”
Vivien : Come here. Sit, sit, sit. Boy or girl?
“Girls. Three of em.””
Vivien : Hope they look worse than you do. You know their names?
“I'm not narking.”
Vivien : You know, we can easily move you to a different school. There are a lot of really good private schools right in this neighborhood.
“I'm not running away. I'm not scared of them. Not afraid of anything.”
Vivien : It's like that time in kindergarten, when you insisted that I bring you home from the slumber party 'cause all the other girls were sleeping without the nightlight on. I know you've gotten the short end of the stick, lately. This move, and...your dad and I haven't exactly been great to be around.
“Why don't you guys get divorced, if you're so miserable?”
Vivien : We still love each other.
“ You could've fooled me. I thought you hated each other. Well, at least you hated him. I don't blame you. He was a shithead. Sorry.”
Vivien : It's okay. He was a shithead. You know, we got a lot of history. Your dad's been through a lot, I've been through a lot. Guess we need each other. What are you scared of?
“You said I'm not scared of anything, so... what scares you?”
Vivien : Lately? Everything. Life will do that to you.
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