Thomas's (pov)

I smiled as I pulled up to my new home! It was an old fashion type house that's been around since the 1920s but was originally a giant manor in the 1800s. Ah history. You gotta love it.

I walked round to the back of the car opening up the boot, sighing as I saw the multitude of boxes and bags. I picked up the one labelled kitchen and started carrying it over to the door when "Uh excuse me?"

I looked over to see a mal-person? I honestly couldn't tell. "Yes?" I ask. "Are you moving in here?" The stranger asked. "Uh yea. I'm new here. The names Thomas he/him." Please tell me your pronouns, please tell me your pronouns, please tell me your "Joan they/them." Yes! My gaydars on point today!

"So you really moving in here?" They asked. I nodded firmly. "Yea I am. Why?" They messed with the flannel hanging around they waist. "Well you know this place is haunted. Right?" I simply shrugged as a reply.  "I know this house has been around for a couple hundred years." They shook they head. "As true as that may be, that's not what I meant. Every guy who has ever lived here has died." I simply raised a brow as a response. "Yea so? Everybody dies." They sighed somewhat defeated. "Suit yourself. But if you need help fending off a demon I'm right next door." They gave a small salute before walking back over to they home. That was weird right?

I clapped my hands together looking around my new home. The living room had a clean cut 1940s look with grey wallpaper adorning the walls, a fireplace built into the side of the wall, a mirror hanging above it. The couch sat facing the window, a deep burgundy colour it is with a light brown coffee table in the middle of the room. The floor was carpeted a matching grey to the walls. However, the living room was closed off by a wall the kitchen on the other side keeping up the classic 40s look.

"It's beautiful." I mutter to myself. I look up the stairs just now realising the pictures strewn up on the wall. Four in total. I make my way over to the stairs stopping at the bottom to take in the first photograph. Well painting.

There was a man in an over the top red suit. A royal embellishment on his chest and dashing smile upon his face. His eyes were a bright green and hair a deep brown. Under the frame read.
'Prince Roman Lee Knightly'
~1847-1872~

Ooooooh. These guys must be who Joan was talking about.

I look to the next picture which is actually a black and white photograph of another man. He wore rectangular glasses, his hair neatly swept back and wedding ring on his finger.
'Logan Berry Gene'
~1920-1947~

As I continued up the stairs I saw the next picture still in black and white. It was a man surrounded by children in front of what looked like an orphanage. He wore rounded glasses on and a giant smile.
'Patton Hart'
~1921-1947~

Finally at the top of the stairs was a picture in colour. The boy looked a few years younger than the others. He had dark eyeshadow smudged under his eyes, purple dyed hair and an oversized back and purple hoodie.
'Virgil Anx'
~1987-2008~

Heh the most modern yet the youngest. Poor kid. I sigh looking down at all the pictures.

Looks like I have a lot to live up to.