I've lived in the infamous Murder House for almost a year now. I'd heard the tales of this place being haunted. I didn't believe them at first, but now I wish I did. I've seen the Black Dahlia weeping down the hallways, Violet Harmon, the girl who had supposedly run away with her little brother, and even the original owners of this house roaming around.
Some would say that's enough to drive them away, but that's not even the worst part. The worst part is that one of the ghosts that haunt this house is a total dick.
Tate Langdon. The Westfield High School Shooter. Tate pushed me down the stairwell once after I got into an argument with my boyfriend. Tate also added a special ingredient to a bowl of soup my other roommate made me. Which earned them the title of the 'Murder House Lovers' after being arrested for my murder. Even though they didn't commit it.
Thanks to fucking Romeo, I'm dead. He was even the one to tip off the police. I've been dead for six months now and instead of letting me try to cope and have my peace; Tate constantly harasses and follows me everywhere I go. Except for the bathroom because apparently, he's a gentleman.
"Go away..."
The blonde boy grabbed my waist and shoved his hand onto my mouth.
"Don't tell me to go away, " Tate pleaded, "I just wanna talk to you. We could be friends."
Muffled sounds came from my mouth. Just a few months ago, he was plotting to kill me. Now he wants to be Marceline and Finn the Human. The news articles about him were right. This boy was a blueprint for a psychopath and a nuisance.
"I'll let you go if you promise not to tell me to go away, " He proposed, "If not. We've got all the time in the world, and I don't mind holding you like this for the rest of eternity."
Not him flirting- like he didn't poison me. If looks could kill, he would be extremely lucky since he's already dead.
"Sorry, I guess this isn't the time for that, " Tate recognized.
He gave an awkward smile as he let go of me. He was still extremely close though. I took the opportunity to analyze his face. He was extremely hot. His dreamy brown eyes sent me into a trance that I soon broke out of when I remembered the taste of that tampered soup.
"You know you've never been much of a speaker, " Tate pointed out, "Even when you were alive."
"You poisoned me. What else would you expect me to do? Show my gratitude, " I scoffed.
"Fair point, " he chuckled, "But there's that personality I was looking for."
I looked at him with disgust.
"Why did you do it, " I asked, "I did nothing to you."
"I didn't mean to, Y/n- I thought it was your roommate's soup, " Tate admitted, "And I didn't mean to push you off the steps. I was trying to push your ex instead, but you got in the way."
"What, " I gasped.
"They were planning to kill you, " Tate continued, "They saw you as an easy target. You own this place- and they knew that the only way they could have the deed for free was with you gone. They were going to kill you and live happily ever after. You deserved better and they deserved what was coming to them...you just got in the way. They were sleeping together right under your nose."
Tate took a deep breath and backed away from me slowly.
"I'm sorry. That's all I've been wanting to tell you," Tate admitted, "I never wanted to hurt you. I understand if you want me to go away again."
I grabbed Tate and cried into his shirt. His arms wrapped around me and squeezed me softly. It all made sense now. He squeezed me tighter.
"I promise if I could I would redo everything, " Tate began again, "But honestly, I like having you around. You're one of the less annoying ghosts in this house. Everyone else makes me wish I could die again. Don't tell Nora I said that."
"The lady who whines about wanting a puppy all the time, " I chuckled
"Yep, that's her, " Tate laughed, "At first she wanted a baby, then when she got one she regretted everything. She passed that kid back to Vivian so quick you'd think she played for NFL."
Tate and I both shared a laugh. As we broke from our hug, he slid his hand into mine.
"Come on, let me introduce you to everyone around here," He smiled, "We're all a family here and we've been looking forward to finally getting to know our new member. Well, all of us except Violet..."
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Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots
FanfictionImagines and One Shot including Evan Peters and his many memorable roles. And yes Y/n is a black girl that ain't changing for nobody. I do not own the rights to some of the characters in the stories. I do own the rights to the stories. Please do no...
