Parker rolled the red ball across the attic floor, watching one of her older brothers with a smile. The ball was then rolled to Valerie and back over to Parker.

Upon knowing she was stuck there, Valerie was trying to at least acquaint some of the other ghosts — except Hayden, Valerie hated on Hayden as a hobby, she even influenced Parker to fall down the same hobby.

Valerie kept away from the questions about death, deciding it was best not to make herself or others relive some of their worst moments.

The red ball rolled between the three. Silence passed over them as they remained playing.

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Bags were placed down on Violet's bed where an invisible Valerie laid with her sister — only Violet could see her.

Vivien tried forced her daughter to awake, shaking Violet on urgency. "Violet, Violet! Wake up." She demanded as Valerie and Violet remained asleep by each other. "Violet!" The daughter pushed herself up in confusion. "We're leaving this house tonight. We're going to Aunt Jo's."

"What?!" Violet asked in confusion.

Valerie looked at her sister in pure panic. Valerie knew Violet was equally as dead as herself, she wasn't sure Violet was ready to know.

"We're not spending another night here. Now!"

Violet pushed herself out of her bed, glancing back at Valerie as she began to help her mom shove clothes in her bag. She wasn't ready to leave her sister.

Upon the bags being packed, Violet and Vivien left. Valerie followed them out, finding her boyfriend in the process. She stepped closer to him as she watched her mother and sister walk further and further to the car.

"Where's Parker?"

"With Beau."

Valerie nodded. "Is she in danger?" She asked, nodding towards sister.

"I'm not sure." Was all he said at first, placing his arms around her waist. She flinched at the contact at first, her body becoming tense and ridged as her chest started to rise and deflate in a quick moment of panic. Tate went to pull away, but she grabbed his arms keeping them around her as she steadied her mind. "She won't get far, though."

Violet looked at them as she placed her bag in the car, staring at her sister with watery eyes. 'I love you' the sisters mouthed to each other.

They watched as her sister slipped into the black car besides her mother.

The sisters kept their eye contact, refusing to loose sight of one another.

Tate left his girlfriend, planning to find his sister and tell her what was going on, amongst asking why she was avoiding his at all costs.

Valerie moved to sit on the wall, swinging her legs as she watched her sister and mother. She didn't want to loose them, she never expected to loose them yet she had and now she was loosing them even more.

Screams erupted from in the car, Valerie zoned in finding too people behind her family. She watched them run back into the house and with twisted relief she sighed.

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Valerie held her sister as they stood in the middle of the younger girls room. She rocked them back and forth as she whispered sweet nothings in her ears. Valerie was keep on keeping her sister safe, and no ghost of human would ever stop her doing that.

"I don't want to leave you."

"And you won't, but you'll have to lie, and in doing that mom will be out a way for a little while to ensure she not a danger to her or any of us." Valerie stated, running her fingers through her sisters hair.

"I don't want to lie."

"I know, Vi, I know. Do you want me to go get Parker for you?"

Violet nodded against her sisters chest. Valerie let go off her sister and went off to find the Langdon siblings. She grabbed her boyfriends hand before telling Parker that Violet wanted her.

Parker left the basement.

Tate looked at Valerie in confusion as she desperately tugged him closer to her, pressing her lips to his in desperation.

He pulled away for a hot second. "Are you ok?"

"Let's go have some fun." She rushed out as his arms snaked around her waist pulling her closer and closer.

Tate smirked, placing his lips to hers to agree with her idea. "Let's."

She grinned, slipping out of his grip and tugging him all the way up to her room, shutting her door, before attaching her lips to his.

She shoved him down on her bed, allowing for instinct to take over — with Tate's guidance.

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The lovers laid in Valerie's bed. The two were barely covered by Valerie's grey sheets. Tate drew shapes on the girl's arm as admired his face.

"I topped you." She murmured out, grinning against his chest.

"Did it hurt?" He asked, moving his attention from her arms to her eyes. "The first time usually does."

Valerie smiled softly at him, lifting her head to place a small peck on his lips. "Depends what we're to count as my first time." She pointed out weakly, cringing at her own thoughts as her body caved in on itself.

Tate pulled him hand away from her as she relaxed herself, pulling the grey sheets further over her body before resting her head on his chest. Tate wrapped his arms around her. 

"It didn't hurt, it was intense, though."

"For me, too."

She smiled as he smiled at her. "You really are here, right, I'm not completely crazy, right?" She asked, lifting a hand to stroke his jaw as she tilted her head to look at him.

"Of course. I'll always be here, if that's what you want."

"And the rest of them. Hayden, too?"

"They can't hurt us, Valerie."

"Watching my family be torn apart hurts, Hayden is the catalyst for that." Valerie scoffed, pulling away from Tate as she grabbed one of her oversized shirts from her drawer and pulled it on, her back to her boyfriend. "This freaks who tried kill Vi, Mom and I, dead as can be, right?" She questioned, standing up to grab whatever else she needed to look mildly presentable to her sister. "They were in moms car, Vi and Mom are freaked out, I told Violet she had to lie, that is a conversation that wouldn't end pretty if I hadn't ran away from it. Moms convinced they've come back to kill her and Vi, it's sick ,Tate, I hate seeing them like this."

Valerie sat back down on the bed, her back against the headboard as Tate stared up at her. "They're just trying to scare them. That's all they can do now."

"Well, they might want to try not doing that." Valerie stated, running a brush through her hair. "What if they lock away my sister? I can't handle that. Vi was my reason for life, also Vi won't be able to be locked away. It'll be all messy, Tate. It's all messy, Tate." She wittered on, putting the brush down as she placed her hands to her head, massaging her temples. "My head. This place. You. Everything! Everything, it's all messy." She hadn't realised how much pressure she was putting on her head until Tate pulled her hands away.

Valerie's head perked up as she heard his sisters name being called. "Stay here, I'm going to keep her company through this drama of a house."

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She placed her hand on Violet's shoulder, stopping her from entering the room. "Are you okay?"

"You've washed your hands right?"

"Yes, I'm not gross." She stated.

"I'm fine, I'll get through it."

Valerie looked at her sister, nodding before squeezing her shoulder. The sisters maintained eye contact before joining their family.

Yet again, Violet was the only one that could see Valerie.

"What's going on?" Violet asked, ignoring her sister presence.

Valerie's eyes landed on the latex kink mask. She stared at it, blinking slowly as she looked at it. She was fairly sure it was the same mask Tate had worn to scare her around Halloween sort of time. She shook her head, assuming it was just a similar model. She was aware it was naive thinking.

"Honey, would you please just tell your dad about last night?"

"Go on, honey. It's okay."

"I'll be at your side, no matter what you say." Valerie quietly promised, rubbing her sisters arm.

Violet glanced at Valerie, swallowing before making up her words to come. When push came to shove, Violet was not ready to let go of her sister.

"I saw mom really upset."

"Just tell him what you saw; what you told the police."

Violet looked at her mom, stepping closer to her sister. Valerie placed a careful kiss to the back of her head. "I told them what I thought you wanted me to tell them." She said, looking from her mother to her father. "I didn't see anything."

Her father nodded at her.

"Violet." Vivien breathed out in offence and fear.

"I'm sorry, mom. I don't know what you saw. You were so upset, so I was upset. I still am."

Ben sighed as tension in the room raised. "Okay, honey, you can go." He said.

Violet slowly left the room, guilty tears in her eyes. The second the sisters were outside, Valerie wrapped her arms around her sister as she sobbed into her chest.

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Valerie laid in her own bed, her eyes taking in the words of the 'Diary of Anne Frank'. She loved to read and learn about the trauma of the past, she didn't particularly care what type so long as she got to learn.

Valerie put the book down the instant she heard her mother scream. She ran out of her room — forgetting the part where she's dead and her mother had no idea about ghosts.

She stood in the doorway, watching as her father got shot by her mother.

Valerie didn't see a single person in the room besides her parents. She was worried her mother, truly she was. It seemed with each moment in the house, each Harmon lost it on one way or another.

She was damned to stay in a house that destroyed her family with each passing moment.

Valerie turned her back, allowing her parents privacy as the ambulance and police arrived. She stayed away the whole time, wishing not to set her mother off even more.

The girl stayed in her room, sobbing at her desk as she listened to her movers screams and cries. She stayed in her room as her mother got taken away, eventually falling asleep from the energy used to cry and sob.