A/N: Hey guys! So this is my first story, and just a little something I've been working on for a few days that wouldn't leave me alone. It's mainly American Horror Story, substituted with Glee characters. I already have the next few chapters ready to go, that is, in case you guys want me to continue with the story :) Just let me know what you think about the idea, and hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own AHS, nor do I own Glee. They both belong to Ryan Murphy.

1978

Gloom. It was the only word used to describe the rather depressing day in Los Angeles, as well as one of the houses in the well-known, Beverly Hills neighborhood. Patches of greenery covered some parts of trees on the property; others had nothing on their branches, as the light shone through to land on the ground. Vines wrapped themselves around areas like the gates leading up to the front door, all the way to the top of the house. They even worked their way inside through some of the windows, where a few had been boarded up with large pieces of wood. Shrubs and other large plant life had grown everywhere on the yard; it hadn't been cut for years.

A small, young girl stood on the front lawn, outside of the house, looking upward at the property. She wore a white and yellow, polka-dotted dress, while sporting her blonde and curly hair with a plastic headband. Nearby where she was standing, were a collection of animal bones, mainly of a rabbit, dangling from one of the branches. She continued to stare at the dilapidated house for another few moments, thanks to her glasses, when a small rock thrown straight into one of the windows broke her focus, startling her back into reality. Turning to see who had broken the window, two boys a few years older than her, wearing identical clothing, began to walk up the pathway towards the front door. Both of them were tall for their height and were carrying baseball bats in their hand.

"Hey, Matt," one of the boys, wearing a green and navy-striped polo shirt, tucked into his jeans, carrying bang snaps with him, said, "You're a dork."

"Shut up. Hey, freak," Matt sneered, wearing the exact same outfit as his friend, only with a red and navy-striped shirt. The other boy, Mike, decided to taunt the girl by making kissing noises at her.

Watching the two walk up towards the entrance, she lowered her head and gave a solemn warning, "Excuse me, you are going to die in there."

Matt and Mike both became somewhat startled by what she said. Matt, trying not to show fear, yet wasn't doing so well at it, spoke up, "Shut your mouth, or we're going to kick your ass!"

The girl ignored his threat, and lowered her head even more than the first time. "We got bats," Mike warned her, more confidently than his brother. "I hate trees," Matt said, avoiding the fear that was still traveling through his body, by swinging his bat at one of the branches near the door.

Before making their way in, however, the little girl gave one last piece advice to them, while smiling wickedly, "You're gonna regret it. You're gonna regret it. You're gonna regret it."

When Matt and Mike came inside the house, they both looked around for any signs of danger, trying to figure out why the little girl had warned them in the first place. So far, from what they had seen, there wasn't anything that scared them. The hardwood floor was covered in dust and belongings of the previous owners of the house, some of the wires had been hanging out of the walls and the ceilings, and just about everything in the house had some amount of cobweb stuck on it. Looking up at the stairs, more cobwebs were seen, and the walls had lost much of their paint on them.

A minute of standing there went by, and the boys saw no reason to wait any longer. Matt started their fun by swinging his bat on one of the lights, causing it to break and shatter on the floor. Mike soon followed by breaking another light in the hallway, and then proceeding into one of the rooms. The boys wanted to break every item that they could see. They broke more lights and windows, small items on a few of the shelves, and swung the bat through a television set. Mike decided to go upstairs, where he kicked the wooden pillars of the railing down to the floor, and then try to find anything else that was breakable.

When he came back downstairs, afterwards, he looked over the railing to find a freshly, injured animal on the cemented floor, with a pool of blood right next to it. "Matt," he called his best friend over to look at the creature, who came up a couple seconds later to see it. The two looked at the dying animal, taking whatever number of breaths it had left in it. "Awesome," Matt said, while kneeling down, intrigued by the sight.

Out of nowhere, the door to the basement creaked open, making the boys look over at the opening. Not wanting to go first, Matt motioned Mike, by shoving his arm, "Go."

"You go, shithead," Mike protested, shoving back. Matt rolled his eyes and went first downstairs. Carrying flashlights with them, the guys turned on the lights so they could see through the darkness. The first things they saw were more of the owners' items covered in cobwebs and dust. Nothing like that had interested them, until Matt shined the light towards some kind of laboratory, "Check it out." The room contained many jars with deceased animals inside, including a few parts of a human infant, like a foot, an ear, and a head, and tools that were dusty with dry blood still on them. While Mike was tapping on the glass jars to see if anything was still alive, Matt picked up the jar with the ear and put the light through the glass. When Mike came back to see his friend, Matt scared him by throwing the glass jar on the floor. Mike jumped for a second, and then sighed in relief.

"It stinks in here," Matt complained.

"It stinks like shit," Mike said, both boys unaware of something that was wandering through the basement, stalking them.

"Hey, remember that summer when we got the raccoon stuck in my chimney? That's what it smells like. Let's go find it."

"No, it smells bad. I'm getting out of here," Mike said, leaving his friend to keep looking down in the basement. As the Asian boy went back upstairs to the main floor, he listened to his friend throw his bang snaps on the floor- until they suddenly stopped.

Mike turned around from halfway up, nervously wondering where Matt was, "Matt?" He stayed on the same step, hearing nothing but glass shaking together. He spoke louder into the darkness, "Matt? Who's down there?" Not wanting to leave him alone, Mike slowly went back downstairs for Matt, hoping this wasn't some sort of prank, "Cut it out, Matt, cut it out."

At last, Mike finally discovered Matt, only to find him bloody and badly injured. Mike gasped and his eyes widened in horror, as he looked at his friend; Matt's face was covered in his own blood, and his throat was slit open, blood beginning to go down his shirt. He was struggling to breathe, and was begging for Mike to help him. When his eyes went in another direction, Mike followed where they had gone, and used his flashlight to find out what Matt was looking in fear at. He suddenly spotted a small figure standing a few feet away from him, Matt's blood on its face and garments. When the light was flashing at the mysterious creature, it began running towards Mike, who could only stand and scream, as it soon killed him, the same way it did with Matt.

Meanwhile, back outside on the front lawn, the same little girl continued to stand where she had been before, as she knew that the boys had both been killed inside the house. She knew what would happen when they had gone in the house; if they went inside, they were going to die, just like everyone else who had before them.