You've reached the boss level. Here are the opening credits from episode 7 of #AHStories, now streaming on #FXonHulu.

Dad, please stop shrinking people. It's getting embarrassing.

"Y-You stayed?" Violet looked up from her spot on the floor boards. Her back was against the newly painted wall. She no longer recognized this place. "Entirely different scenery, and it still sucks."

That brought her out of her misery. Violet's chin tilted up, and she quickly stood. "What?" there was shock in her eyes. "Figures, they didn't even say goodbye. Probably couldn't wait to get out of this rust bucket." the teenager scoffed. "You sure they were happy?"

Violet frowned. "I'm sorry." the remorse was clear in her gaze. Something that usual Murder House ghosts rarely harbored. Sympathy. Empathy. "...I'll take it that he's dead." she rolled her hazel eyes. "But it sounded like he deserved it eight times over."

For real, what in the shit was THAT. I love Michelle though, but I really don't know what the fuck actually happened??? I'm saying the Murder House is gone now, though. That wraps it up nicely--but I feel like Michelle is still dead, they just went to the kitchen? IDK. ::

#AHStoriesVerse Well, her body was burnt to ashes. That presented her with three choices. Stick around in the awful apartment complex, wander the world like a lost soul, or try and see if there was such a place called Heaven. Decisions...

Violet: I HATE IT HERE. House burns up and turns into apartments: REALLY?!

Smoking a cigarette at the windowsill. Not THAT window.

I miss writing Needy from Jennifer's Body. She was such a different character than I always play. @.@. ::

Dips her toe just outside of the smoldering debris. "Tate?" @rubberlangdon

Day three of wondering what the hell I just watched. #AHStories

Ruby? Who the hell are all these new girls?

So what? I'm a teenager. Isn't that what we're supposed to do? Complain? Get mad? I got bullied. They kept pushing me and pushing me. Not like I'm going to narc. They're just high school bitches. Twisted ones, but they don't scare me. ...Maybe. I don't want to talk about it.

Fine. I didn't feel anything. Happy? She was trying to hurt my mom. I led her downstairs, didn't I? I knew what was going to happen. Just didn't want to believe it. Tate told me they got away. But I figured it out. I just avoid them here. That basement sucks.

I get it. I just don't think about it anymore. Maybe I need therapy. We have like, what? Two therapists now? My dad and some lady I haven't met yet. Obviously, I'm being sarcastic. Therapy never works.