— stains (which she caused) on tainted sheets. On the run for murder.

“No, you don't need to clean any sheets in here, m o t h e r.” The words left the young woman's lips in such a tone, a tone — @MsEversAHS

— that could have been described as soft, yet ever-so playing. @MsEversAHS would certainly have a rush of memories haunting her after —

— she spoke, which was why there was a short smile that crossed her features. What was life if you couldn't make the dead — @MsEversAHS

— relatives have flashbacks and torture? “You do remember me, don't you?” @MsEversAHS

Sometimes her mind would drift off into a thought of how @MsEversAHS could have been her mother when they looked nothing alike. Her looks —

— must have come from her father. “I need help, @MsEversAHS. And trust me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't urgent.” The young woman knew —

— she was a mistake, it was part of the reason why she got into murder, just like her father. It ran in the family. @MsEversAHS

“Don't fucking tell me what to do, @MsEversAHS. Mother, you know I'm not here just for a visit, I could care less that you were never —

— in my life. I don't blame you for what happened. I don't need saving from daddy! He would n e v e r hurt me, @MsEversAHS. I'm his —

— little girl, following in his footsteps.” @MsEversAHS

“A normal girl, really? Normal is boring, @MsEversAHS. Don't you get that? You aren't normal, my father isn't normal, the word isn't —

— even in my vocabulary. No family did. Tell me, what's so bad about daddy's footsteps? He was famous.” @MsEversAHS

— guests. Taking her seat in the midst of all of them, a beaming smile on her face as she officially c u t the turkey.