Authors note: I know I really shouldn't be posting a new story but right now I'm sort of suck on how to continue Magic of Love. And honestly this story just begged to be written. Don't worry I am going to finish Magic of Love. It's just going to be a while. So for now, I hope you enjoy Chill Daddy-O.

Chapter 1: New House

Sometimes even the best of intentions can turn out the worst of fates. Especially when one messed with unknown forces and the occult. Her Father had simply been a paranormal enthusiast, and that had been the source of her family's downfall.

…...

Vlad eyed the 1950's New England colonial critically. Some of the siding was broken or missing. Easily replaceable, of course. Otherwise the house was in fine condition. According to the paperwork, sent over by Amity Park real estate, the house had been through numerous renovations. The last of which being three years ago.

"Mr. Masters?" Pamela Manson, the real estate agent that was appropriated to assist him in finding a new home, approached him warily. She and Vlad had clashed greatly during the house hunt so far. What with her insisting that a particular house was far superior to any Vlad wished to view. Strangely, while she had been so eager to show him many of the older Victorian and colonial homes, she had been most reluctant to show him this one.

"Yes, this one will do nicely." Decided Vlad.

"You're sure?" Pamela asked, perhaps a touch too quickly. "I mean, you really shouldn't decide on a house based on the exterior alone."

Vlad regarded her, suspicious of what was an obvious ploy to turn his attentions elsewhere. But he relented; extending his arm towards the front door. "Lead the way."

The tour was pretty basic, almost bland. Mrs. Manson wasn't even trying to hide the fact that she was trying to talk the place down. Vlad was hardly convinced. Despite all of the so-called "flaws" the real estate agent pointed out, he was more and more taken with the 52 year old building. High ceilings, hardwood floors, plenty of natural light, updated appliances, even beautiful hand-carved crown-molding.

"... And I'm afraid the electrical system is a little on the..."

"Stop." Pamela quieted without much prompting. A sickeningly sweet smile still on her lips.

"Something wrong, Mr. Masters?" She cooed feigning ignorance.

"Yes actually," Vlad deadpanned. "I've heard enough slander from you about this house.

"But..."

"No buts, this is the house I wish to call home. I'm well aware of the fact that the bank is in possession of this estate. Now, you will gather the necessary paper work and call me once everything has gone through." With that Vlad turned to leave.

"Wait, Mr. Masters!"

"I am not changing my mind."

"Sir the reason... I ..." Pamela looked anxious as she tried to think of what to say next. Vlad tapped his foot impatiently. "You REALLY don't want to live here." She finally said, a little bit desperately.

"Why not?"

…...

"Haunted. You really expect me to believe that?"

Pamela fidgeted under the weight of his stare. A behavior not suited to wealthy socialite and successful real estate agent. "No, honestly." She sighed. "I don't even believe me."

Vlad stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. "To tell you the truth Mr. Masters, I love this house, I really do. But with it's... history. I don't think it wise to live here. In 52 years this house has only had a handful of owners. All of them, every last one. They moved out after half a month of owning the house."

"Every one of them? I find that particularly difficult to believe."

"Well, with the exception of the original owners..."

"Yes?"

"I don't really know all the details, but apparently in 1955 there was a murder suicide here in this house. The father went crazy and killed his 14 year old daughter before..."

He Did Not!

"...Hanging himself." An massive electrical surge blew throughout the room as she said the final part.

"What in the world?" Vlad asked.

"I told you, the house has an electrical problem." Pamela said. "Probably the only real problem with the place." She said a little sheepishly. Most likely embarrassed over her earlier behavior. She sighed. "Do you really wish to own this place?"

She seemed almost scared of his answer. As if she truly believed that he would be in danger here. But nevertheless... "Yes, I do."

Authors note: Alright first chapter done. What do you guys think so far. Personally, I am really enjoying writing this.

And yes the real estate agent is Sam's mom. I wanted the real estate agent to be an existing character from the show. I figured she would be the best choice.

Anyway I'll see you all in the next chapter.