Fear: American Horror Story (CANCELLED)

Chapter Four

I couldn't stop thinking about Tate. Specifically, his voice and what he had said. I had heard him in my dream. I know I did. And what he said...it was almost exactly what had been said in my dream as well. I didn't know what to do, or if I was going crazy. I knew for sure that if I told anyone about it, they wouldn't believe me.

Well, maybe Violet would, but I hadn't seen her since our fight. I hadn't seen Tate, either, but I didn't doubt that he was with Lynn.

I actually did try to talk Lynn out of being with Tate, but she ignored me, and I didn't try and intervene any more. Tate hadn't shown any reason for me to suspect him, besides his voice (which I didn't want to comment upon for fear of sounding schizophrenic).

Really, though, that whole thing was the least of my problems. I was starting school the next day. I had two options: I could spend the last day of my break pretending school wasn't an actual thing, or I could prepare. Obviously I chose the first option.

So I was spending my day the same way I spent every other, which basically meant in my room. Sure, I could have gone shopping or something like that, could have explored my new town a little, but that wasn't me. Social settings were not my friend. The internet was.

I was scrolling through tumblr when I heard a noise. A faint laugh, coming from downstairs. I paused. It was a man's voice, but it didn't sound like my father or Tate. I listened for a moment, but I didn't hear it again, so I went back to what I was doing. After a few more minutes I heard another laugh, but this time it was a little girl's.

Sighing, I got up. Lynn or my dad had probably left the television on, and as usual I had to fix my family's mistakes.

Even when I couldn't fix myself.

I tromped down the stairs and into the large house's living room. The TV was off. I stood in the middle of the room for a moment, not really sure if the voices I heard were actually real, but then I heard something else. Something coming from the basement.

I slowly walked towards where the entrance to the basement was, trying to identify the noise. It sounded as if something was moving around down there. I had only gone into the basement once, when we first moved in, but from what I remembered it didn't seem unreasonable for rats or mice to live there.

As I walked down the hall to the basement door, it creaked open. I stopped in my tracks. A lot of thoughts were running through my head just then, but the main idea of all of them was "What the actual fuck?". Shit like that didn't just happen.

Me being me, I decided I would not be able to rest without finding the source of the noise, so I tiptoed down the steep stairs into the darkness. I tried to be quiet, so I would be able to hear anything, but my footsteps sounded like thunder in the small area. I reached for the light switch, but it didn't work. No one came in the basement, so no one would know if the light had burnt out.

I debated going back upstairs to grab a flashlight, but I decided against it. I knew that if I went up those stairs, there was no way in hell I was coming back down. I couldn't shake the feeling that something malicious was watching me, and the whole place just made me feel jittery and scared.

I stood at the base of the stairs, listening intently for any sort of sound, but I heard nothing. I turned around to run back up the stairs, but then a new noise started up. The sound of water dripping. By then every instinct of mine screamed for me to run to the light and safety of the rest of my house, but I wanted to know what was making these sounds. I needed to know.

I walked across the basement, to another, smaller room. I didn't remember seeing it when I had toured the house, but I didn't think it was that big of a deal. The dripping sound continued, and I was intent on finding out what it was.

I kept looking over my shoulder and spinning around, making sure I was truly alone. You know that feeling, at night, when you think every shadow is a demon or murderer or whatever? It was like that, only a thousand times worse. Because to me, it actually felt real. It felt like at any moment something would jump out at me and rip me apart, just because I was there.

I finally made it to the room, and with some apprehension I steped inside. The grimy room had a single, filled bathtub in the center. I stepped closer, intrigued. I couldn't imagine why it would be filled. And the dripping noise didn't make any sense either; there was no dripping water anywhere in the room. The noise had stopped as soon as I entered.

I reached out one finger to touch the water, then gasped and pulled my hand back. The water was frigid; I was surprised it wasn't a block of ice. I stood, looking at the ripples I had made, when I noticed something amiss. I felt a presence behind me.

I didn't even have time to turn around before I was grabbed roughly by the hair at the back of my head. My scream was cut off when my attacker plunged my head into the biting water. I stopped screaming, knowing it was no point underwater, but I did not stop struggling. I wasn't going to go down without a fight.

I kicked and punched blindly, trying to land a solid hit, but to no avail. At one point, I kicked out hard enough for my attacker to let me go, but all I had time to do was get a gasp of air before I was violently thrown back into the water.

My vision was getting cloudier, as my lungs screamed for air. I couldn't hold my breath for any longer, but instead of inhaling oxygen all I got was a lungful of water. I was going to die, and there was nothing I could do. I would never even know who killed me. As I lost consciousness, my last thoughts were how my death would affect my family. Studies have shown that parents rarely stay together after the death of a child, and it would probably throw Lynn off the edge. I couldn't do that to them. I couldn't. But I would. I knew it was coming. I was fading out, and I knew I would be dead soon.

I blacked out, and I knew it was the end.

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A/N: So I couldn't find a picture of the bathtub in the basement so here's a pic of one of the saddest scenes ever! And hey, it does involve a bathtub!
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