Murder House / A prominent “surgeon to the stars”, Charles built the famous Murder House in 1922 for his wife Nora Montgomery. Although quite successful in the beginning, it is apparent that he began to lose business. He is described as having developed a gruesome “Frankenstein Complex”, wherein he stitched the assorted body parts of animals together. Dr. Montgomery becomes addicted to ether and becomes obsessed with resurrecting dead animals. In order to finance their elaborate lifestyle and his addiction, Charles and Nora begin performing abortions in their basement. One patient’s boyfriend kidnaps the Montgomerys’ baby, Thaddeus, and dismembers him. The police return the child’s various body parts to Dr. Montgomery in jars, which he then begins sewing back together.

Briarcliff Manor / Located in the state of Massachusetts, the manor was built in 1908 and served as the largest tuberculosis ward on the East Coast. During this time, an estimated 46,000 patients died within it’s walls. Ultimately, the Catholic Church purchased the institute in 1962 and transformed it into a sanitarium for the mentally-ill. It was run by Monsignor Timothy Howard and administrator Sister Jude. In 1965, the church sold the manor to the state, before it was shut down in 1971 and abandoned. Currently it stands in ruin. Legend has it that once you were committed at Briarcliff, you never got out.

Miss Robichaux’s Academy / The Academy was built in 1790 as a private school for privileged girls but was turned into a military hospital in the Civil War. The Supreme, the most powerful witch of the generation and a prominent socialite back then, reclaimed the building and reinstated it as a school as a cover-up, but in reality turned it into a safe haven for young witches to learn and hone their powers. Due to many women of the bloodline choosing not to reproduce and continue the bloodline, the population dwindled from at most 60 in the academy, to the present of just four girls.

you are gonna regret it.     

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I stand facing the person who helped me. My eyes twitch up, just for a second, to see his face. Tobias, as blank-faced as the rest of them. Was I wrong? Is he not Divergent? Tears spark behind my eyes, and I blink then back as I turn away from him.

People crowd into the car around me, so we stand in four rows, shoulder-to-shoulder. And then something peculiar happens: fingers laced with mine, and a palm presses to my palm.

Tobias is holding my hand.

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janetjacksonvevo:

IM DELETING

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licentious-babe:

vines that only get good in the last 2 seconds are the best

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