The Glass House - Personal Story - Public

A young girl who's family is well known around the country strives to achieve their dreams by moving into a new house, one that was made by a famous architect who was known for their out of the usual means for building. The family enjoys the first few months in their new home, but soon after things begin to change for them. Each member experiencing their own encounter with evil while in the home, they come to find that escaping is not something that they will be able to do easily.

The Father:

The Mother:

The Oldest:

The Middle Child:

The Third Born:

The Baby:

"Everyone shut up for just a goddamn second!" Coen shouted as he stared at the street signs overhead, trying to find the street that the family's new house was on. Darcy crossed her arms and glared at Coen as the car fell silent, Ramsey glancing over at Kamren who was listening to music. "You don't have to cuss at them, Coen. They're just excited about getting out of the damn car after being in it for more than seven hours!" Darcy yelled back at Coen, him rolling his eyes as he found the street he was looking for. Pulling the black SUV into the driveway of the rather large house, Coen glanced over at Darcy with a smile before speaking. "We made it! It looks a lot better in person than in the pictures, don't you think?" He asked as he got out of the car, Darcy and the kids glaring at the house as they too got out. Kinsley held on to Ramsey's hand as they walked up the gravel drive, Coen grabbing a few boxes as Darcy unlocked the front door. Haiden stared up at the house as the others went inside, him not liking the way the outside glared down at him. "Haiden? What are you doing? Help Kamren and your father bring in the boxes, sweetheart. We can look around when we get the work out of the way, now scoot!" Darcy called out the front door, Haiden snapping out of his trance as he walked back to the car with Kamren. Ramsey looked around the kitchen, running a hand over the counter.

"Mom, I thought dad said that this house was old?" Ramsey asked as Darcy came into the kitchen with some boxes, setting them on the counter before speaking. "It was built in the eighteen hundreds, Rams. It is an old house, just because it's clean doesn't mean that it's not old. Take Kinsley upstairs and find the bathroom, she was whining in the car." Darcy said as she went back outside, Ramsey rolling her eyes as she went into the living room to see Kinsley staring at the wall. "What are you doing, bug?" Ramsey asked, Kinsley turning around with a confused look on her face. Nothing, just thought I saw a picture on the wall when we came inside, but I'm probably just sleepy." Kinsley replied, Ramsey shrugging her shoulders before taking the girl's hand and leading her upstairs. There were more than enough bedrooms for everyone, and a grand hallway that showcased each one beautifully. Ramsey opened each door, instantly falling in love with one of the best naturally lit bedrooms. "Rams, I don't like it here." Kinsley said as she stared into each room as the two searched for the bathroom, the further into the house they went the more uncomfortable Kinsley felt.

Kamren and Haiden finished bringing in the boxes from the car, the U-Haul still behind in traffic for another hour or so. Kamren stood on the porch and sipped a Mountain Dew, glaring at the front yard that was so much smaller than the one they used to have. Haiden took a seat on the front step, drinking some kool-aid as he remained silent. "What's the matter?" Kamren asked, keeping his gaze in front of him as he took in the new scenery, unsure whether or not he was going to be able to adjust. "This place isn't home. I don't like it here, it gives me a really bad feeling." Haiden replied, Coen interrupting the conversation as he came outside with a glass of whiskey, taking a deep breath before slapping his hand down on Kamren's shoulder. "Truck should be here soon, boy. Don't get too comfortable, I'm gonna need your help with the furniture. Haiden, why don't you go open the cellar doors for me?" Coen asked as he turned and looked at Haiden, the boy glancing at his brother before nodding and heading around the side of the house. Glancing around the smaller backyard, Haiden took a deep breath before going over to the cellar doors. "Haiden!" Kamren called as he made his way over to his brother, giving him a soft smile before continuing to speak. "Let me do this, I told dad you've been dying to help him move furniture." Haiden smiled softly, thankful that his older brother knew of his fear and jogged off to help Coen, leaving Kamren to open the cellar doors on his own.

Darcy finished setting up the kitchen, it always being her favorite place to be. Unpacking her rather expensive champagne collection, Darcy paused when she heard her cellphone ringing from the living room. Leaving the kitchen, Darcy went to answer it quickly as to not miss the chance for a conversation. Kinsley walked into the kitchen, glancing around the room as she froze seeing a champagne bottle roll off the counter. The sound of the glass shattering prompted Darcy to run into the kitchen, seeing one of her bottles broken on the floor and Kinsley standing nearby. Kinsley! What have I told you about playing around mommy's wine?!" Darcy shouted, putting her phone on the counter as she grabbed some paper towels, wiping up the mess as she put her phone back to her ear. "Yeah, I'm here, Claire. Kinsley decided she was going to break one of my vintage wine bottles." She grumbled as she continued cleaning, Kinsley running off to Ramsey as she found her in the dining room. "Why was mom yelling at you? I know you know better than to play in the kitchen, Kins." Ramsey asked, Kinsley frowning as she explained that it rolled out of the bag on it's own, Ramsey sighing as she took Kinsley back upstairs and away from Darcy. Kamren shined the flashlight around the cellar while looking for the lights, glad that he had stopped Haiden from coming down there knowing his brother would have panicked like no other.

Haiden had been helping Coen move the furniture from the truck that had arrived earlier than expected, which made Coen very happy that he could get everything unloaded before dark. "You excited about the new house. Haiden?" Coen asked as the two carried in Darcy's favorite loveseat, Haiden shrugging in response as he remained quiet while the two walked into the living room. Setting the loveseat down, Coen wiped his forehead before lighting a cigarette and glancing around the living room. He was pretty pleased with himself for getting such a nice house, even if his kids seemed to not like the move. Darcy came out of the kitchen, still talking on the phone as she smiled at how the living room looked. "You should see how it's coming along already, Claire. I can't wait to see how the bedroom is going to look, we just got some new curtains." She said as she walked into the office room, envisioning how the house would look when they were all done unpacking. Coen shook his head at Darcy, hating how she was already on the phone and they had just arrived not even a few hours before. Kamren emerged from the cellar, having not found anything that remotely interesting before heading back inside. Coen tossed Kamren a beer, Kamren glancing up at his father with confusion in his eyes. "You did a good job today, son. Go ahead and enjoy a cold one, but don't think that means you're done helping." Coen said with a small grin as he slid a few boxes over to Haiden to unpack, opening a beer of his own as he searched over the labels.

Ramsey and Kinsley had found rooms that they both liked, Kinsley gazing out the window of the one she had chosen for herself. Ramsey stood in the doorway, watching the young girl for a moment before speaking and breaking the silence. "What are you looking at?" She asked, Kinsley keeping her gaze forward as she continued to stare outside, something catching her attention yet she couldn't explain what it was. "I just have a feeling that I should be standing here, like it's something mommy or daddy told me to do." Kinsley replied, Ramsey biting her lower lip as she walked up behind Kinsley and stared out the window too, not seeing what the young girl was waiting for. "Well, we should go and let them know we found our rooms, don't you wanna show mom?" Ramsey asked, Kinsley shrugging before walking out of the room, Ramsey sighing before following behind her quickly. That night at dinner, the family sat quietly as Darcy finished her phone conversation. Setting her phone down, she took a bite of her spaghetti before wiping her mouth as she spoke. "So, how was everyone's first day? Did you guys have fun putting your rooms together?" She asked, the kids exchanging glances as Coen spoke, stopping the others from answering her question. "Well, Darcy, you would know how things were if you had spent time with us instead of being on the phone with Claire all the way till dinner, wouldn't you agree?" His voice was aggravated, causing Ramsey to glance over at Kamren as her mother responded.

"Well, just because you thought we should start over in a bigger town, doesn't mean that the rest of us were prepared to say goodbye." Darcy replied, Coen rolling his eyes as he heard Ramsey sighing before she interrupted them. "Please, this is our first dinner in the new house, and I don't want Haiden and Kinsley to remember that everyday, do you? Now, let's just have a good dinner like we used to before the two of you decided every word out of your mouths has to be an argument." She said sternly, Kamren nodding in agreement as Coen and Darcy exchanged looks before eating in silence for a few minutes. "Kinsley, what do you think of the new house?" Darcy asked, Kinsley swirling her spaghetti around on her fork as she rested her head in her palm, glancing up at Darcy before back down at her plate. "I'm not supposed to go outside, so I don't really like it." She replied, the family remaining quiet as they all looked at each other, neither of them telling her she wasn't allowed to go outside. "You're allowed to go outside, bugger. Who told you that you couldn't?" Coen asked, Kinsley shrugging as she took a bite of her food, Darcy sighing softly as she looked at Ramsey and Kamren. "If one of you are trying to be funny by scaring her into thinking she can't go outside, there's going to be some serious problems. Do you understand me?" Darcy said sternly, Ramsey and Kamren nodding as they continued eating dinner in silence. "Dad.. Do you think I could sign up for football here?" Kamren asked, Coen sighing loudly as he put his fork down, running his hands over his face as he glared at Kamren. "We have talked about this, don't you remember what happened at the old house? Do you really want that to happen again, Kamren?" Coen asked, Kamren glancing down at his plate as he remained silent, Coen nodding before eating once more. "Dad, that was two years ago, Kamren can try out again; no one even knows him here." Ramsey said in Kamren's defense, Coen ignoring her as Darcy snapped her fingers.

"Ramsey! Your father has spoken, Kamren knows better than to ask about football again. That's all there is to it, and I don't want to hear another word about it, he can join something else. We aren't having another incident like last time, I won't deal with the shame I felt when going to the store." Darcy shouted, Kinsley wincing softly as she buried her head in Ramsey's shirt, Ramsey stroking her hair softly as she looked away from Darcy. "Haiden, you've been quiet tonight, what's on your mind tonight?" Coen asked, trying to break up the tension building between Ramsey and Darcy, Haiden glancing up from his food before speaking dully. "I don't like it here, I told you that. I don't want to sit here and pretend to be happy when I know we shouldn't be here. It's your fault you don't want to listen to me, I don't feel like talking about anything else." He replied, Darcy standing up before pointing at the stairs, a serious look in her eye as she interrupted him. "That is enough of this, you three have school tomorrow and Ramsey has job hunting to do. March upstairs and get to bed, now." She commanded, Coen leaning back as he pushed his plate away while the kids went upstairs. "Good one, Dars. Their first night is going to be miserable, and their mother is as cold and as distant as she was back home." Coen said as he got up from his chair and took his plate to the kitchen, Darcy following him with her and the kids as she spoke. "What do you mean, cold and distant? I am here for them just as much as you are when you aren't at the lounge, but that won't change since there's once here too! This whole move has been about you, better job, better lounge, casino opportunities! Everything that Coen Waverly could possibly want, but what about his family?" She shouted, slamming the dishes in the sink just lightly enough to where they wouldn't break, lighting a cigarette as she continued to yell.

"Your eighteen year old daughter felt the need to move with us because she was worried about Kamren, Haiden, and Kinsley! Haiden doesn't do well in largely populated areas, and you want him to adjust to the thought of going to big school in the morning in one night? Jesus Christ, Coen! Has any of this occurred to you at all?" She asked, staring into his eyes as he sighed while realizing that she was right about everything, that he hadn't really thought about his family and only thought of himself. "I'm sorry, Dars. You're absolutely right, in every sense of the word. Tomorrow, when the kids get home from school, I'll take them out and let them see what this city has to offer. Give them a chance to see that this move isn't so bad, and I'll make it up to you as well. I promise." Coen said as he pulled her into a hug, Darcy smiling softly as she hugged him back softly. Ramsey sat on Kinsley's bed while brushing her hair, Kinsley watching Lady and the Tramp on Ramsey's tablet. "Kins, what did you mean when you told them you couldn't go outside? Did Kamren tell you that you weren't allowed?" Ramsey asked, Kinsley shaking her head as she continued to watch her movie, Ramsey deciding not to push the little girl any further. "Alright, bugger. I'm gonna head to bed now, make sure you say your prayers and wish the boys a good night." Ramsey smiled as she sat the brush on the nightstand and kissed Kinsley's forehead, Kinsley handing her the tablet before Ramsey shook her head. "You go ahead and use it tonight, since you're in a new room and all." She said before leaving the door cracked, heading to her room to get some sleep.

A month had passed of the Waverly's adjusting to their new home, Coen having gotten his job as promised while Darcy opened up a small shop on the outside of town. Ramsey stood with Kinsley under an umbrella, waiting for Darcy to come and pick them up. She was late as she had been almost every day the month before, Ramsey growing impatient and yearning for a car of her own. Haiden was usually the first one home, him already throwing his things in his room and heading down to the game room that was in the finished basement. Turning on the system, Haiden glanced up at the television to see a man standing behind him in the reflection, him turning around quickly to see nothing there. "Dad?" He called, standing up as he glanced around the open basement before calling out again, waiting to hear something in return. "Kamren, is that you?" Haiden walked to the bottom of the basement stairs, glancing up at them before turning back around. Freezing in terror as a man with a distorted face stood with his face in Haiden's, Haiden tried to scream but could not make a sound. The ghostly man let out a very haunting scream before Haiden mustered up his courage to run, racing up the stairs as he slammed the basement door shut. "What's wrong with you?" Kamren asked as he sat his book bag down on the floor, glaring down at Haiden who looked terrified. "Deep breaths, Haiden!" Kamren shouted as Haiden began to hyperventilate, Kamren searching for the emergency inhaler that was not where it was supposed to be. Taking one from his book bag that he used in case he really needed it, Kamren helped Haiden sit up and puffed the inhaler into his mouth for him. Haiden took deep breaths while still trying to get away from the basement door, Kamren helping him move back before he calmed down some.

"What happened?! Why are you so freaked out?!" Kamren asked the moment Haiden could speak, the young boy shaking from fear as he tried to explain what he saw. "I thought.. I thought it was you or dad, or maybe it could have even been mom.. But, it wasn't, he wasn't either of you guys!" Haiden shouted, standing himself up as he raced away from the basement door, Kamren standing up before turning towards it. "Someone is in the house? Are you okay?! Stay up here!" Kamren commanded before grabbing his baseball bat, heading downstairs as Haiden called after him frantically. "Kamren! No! Don't go down there, it's not safe!" Kamren searched the entire basement and found nothing, heading back upstairs before shutting the door behind him. "There was nothing down there, Haiden. Are you sure you weren't just dreaming?" Kamren asked, Haiden shaking his head angrily before speaking, clenching his fists as he spoke. "No, Kamren. I wasn't asleep, I was going to play the Xbox. I saw it in the television, and then he was in my face at the bottom of the stairs. I ran up here the moment he started screaming, and then I saw you. There was no sleeping!" Haiden shouted back as Ramsey and Kinsley walked in the house, somewhat soaked from having to walk home. "Mom never came. Why is he yelling? What's going on?" Ramsey asked as she helped Kinsley out of her coat, Kamren shaking his head before looking at Haiden. "Tell her what you told me, Haiden." Kamren commanded, Haiden staring at the ground before shaking his head, not wanting to tell his older sister what happened. "Haiden, you know we don't keep secrets, I can't help you if you do.. What did you see?" Ramsey asked as she crouched down to his face, placing a hand on his shoulder as he glared back at her.

"I saw a ghost."