"We are in dire need of help with the laundry. I am afraid it is piling up with no one to do it regularly." Norman said leading the way, he took you to the basement where the washer and drier were.

He opened the door to the laundry room and you stepped inside. There were piles of bloody rags and stained shirts and pants. "Where did all of the blood come from?" you asked eyes widened.

Norman chuckled a bit, "Oh, you didn't know? Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Norman Bates.." he said extending his arms in a bit of a presentation.

You felt your lungs stop and your eyes widen. "Killers." you said under your breath. He nodded. "That explains so much. Not being able to go into town for your own groceries or interview properly." you said meeting his eyes again.

"Wait.. interview. Wasn't there anyone who interviewed before me? What happened to them, and how do you know they won't say anything about you all being here?" you asked, your mind running.

Norman glanced back down to the pile of bloody towels with a grimace. You swallowed deeply, they killed them. You nodded and didn't question it. There was no leaving now.

You could feel the blood drain from your face and knew you were ghostly white. You started loading the first bit of laundry and Norman left you.

For a minute you felt like you couldn't move. You sorted the laundry and readied the next few loads. Slowly you walked out of the door and into the hallway.

The basement smelt like mildew and was old and dark. There was nothing down here besides some storage boxes which looked to have been ruined by water damage.

You moved to the stairs slowly and a figure stepped off the last step. You gasped and backed up. It was Michael. He looked over you, the light moving around him to cast his long shadow on the floor.

"Michael was there something you needed?" you asked. He nodded and returned to the stairs, walking back up them.

You followed him, hesitent at first. He walked you to the kitchen where Norman stood with a long list. "We also need groceries." he said handing the list to you.

"If you need help feel free to take someone, obviously someone who won't frighten anyone." he said glancing to Michael who must have taken it personally. Michael left the kitchen. "Is there anyone here who isn't recognizable?" he asked.

"Thomas!" Norman yelled. You heard Thomas's heavy footsteps on the hard wood. He walked into the room and Norman handed him a hospital mask. "You're going to the market with Y/N. Put this mask on instead and change your clothes." he said.

Thomas nodded and disappeared into the house. You waited patiently by the back door for him to come and meet you. This was going to be a very interesting trip.