Murder House by dameathook Tracy and Morgan were twin sisters and they had just turned 14 that summer. It was one of the best summers of their life! They looked very much alike but tried their best to keep their own style and individuality. Tracy, the older of the two, was a happy go lucky optimist, while Morgan was more of a pessimistic recluse. They enjoyed the time they would spend together, although Morgan seemed to dampen the mood most of the time, Tracy always tried her best to keep the atmosphere light. They disagreed about most thingsmusic, clothes, food, etc. But they did agree on one thing, moving to another town was not in their best interest. The summer of 2007, their father had landed a job in a very prestigious company. He was asked to relocate about a thousand miles east of their current home. This relocation wreaked havoc in both Tracy and Morgans social life. They were about to start their freshman year of high school. But that was never meant to be. The girls reluctantly relocated to the new town. They moved into a two story home financed by the new company. The home was twice as big as their old home and seemed rather cozy. They each got their own bedroom and bathroom which seemed to ease things a little. Back in their old home they shared a bedroom and one bathroom for the whole family. So, having their own amenities wasnt so bad. The first few days were hard. The girls missed their old friends. But they kept in contact with them through instant messages and of course YOUTUBE. This went on for a week, until strange things started to unfold. One evening around 9:00 pm a week after they had moved in, an extremely haunting event took place. Morgan was getting ready to turn in. She was taking her hour- long bath, as usual. She had just finished and as her last toe made it out of the water, the blow drier mysteriously fell into the tub. Sparks, smoke, popping and crackling noises quickly filled the room. She screamed for her mother and ran out of the bathroom as fast as she could. Her terrible screams filled the house. As she ran past her desk she noticed out of the corner of her eye that her computer was on and an unread instant message was waiting for her. She stopped and stared at her monitor with terror in her eyes. Puzzled, she recalled turning off the computer before her bath. But yet it was on! A message from an unknown user by the name of murderhouse read: How was your bath?Ill catch you next time! She screamed and quickly ran out of her room.