Hey guys, quick note, there may be a TW for one of the further things it's very minor, but if you aren't comfortable with it, just skip until
'I need to reach him somehow' and read up to 'let's just say he's going downhill.' 💕💕
It's been around a month and a half since Tate's last spoken to me, and let's just say, he's going downhill. He hardly leaves his room, he isn't eating, and when he does it's always scarce.
I need to reach him somehow, just let him know that I'm here if he needs me. It hurts me so much to see him struggling, metres away from me but I can't console him. Some guy Constance is dating has moved in, and I don't think Tate's the biggest fan of him. He used to live here before us, but left his wife and children for Constance. So now, he's moved into the house, and wants to have a position of power. Tate won't allow that.
It's so frustrating, I see Tate every day, I hear his cries, his rants, his angry sighs. Everything is getting worse and worse by the day. Turns out Constance has another child which I was never told about. His names Beau, and he has downs. He lives up in the attic, which I find kinda unfair, it's as if they want to hide him from the public.
Christmas is coming soon, not that I really get to celebrate it nowadays, my Christmas is spent with Moira, talking about the joys of the holiday season. Christmas was always my favourite holiday, I loved it. The food, the meaning, the giving and receiving, family. Let's hope that Christmas ups Tate's mood, brings him a little happiness in this dark cloud of misery that's been sitting on his shoulders for weeks. As I sat on the couch downstairs, I heard a loud engine outside. I ran to the upstairs window and saw a black bus, with many passengers and an older man standing at the front, they're were all staring at the house in awe, and I wanted to know what was going on. I made myself invisible to everyone, and walked outside onto the porch.
"This was built by Dr Charles Montgomery and his wife, Nora. It's was built in the 1920s, and since then, all that has occurred is death." the older man exclaimed, "This house is known to be haunted, and has many ghosts roaming in its walls. It's currently home to a family. This house of nightmares has been given a nickname. This is the Murder House."
The Murder House you say? Alright I get that, the majority of the ghosts around here were killed somehow, I'm one of the only ones who didn't. I sat on the porch, and listened to the nature surrounding me. I never normally sit outside, I keep myself captured within those walls, and never really venture out. I heard the door creak behind me, and I turned around suddenly, and there he was. Tate.
"Y/n?" he stuttered, looking shocked. I didn't realise that I was allowing him to see me, so it took me by surprise.
"Hey, Tate." I mumbled, "Look, I know you don't want to talk to me but-"
"I do." Tate said, looking at the ground, "I do want to talk to you. I think it's about time that we talked about it. About everything."
Authors note:
Hey guys, sorry my chapters are so short, I sort of want to make it so you can read them quickly instead of the hauling out over a long period of time, but I'm hoping you're enjoying the story, so please, let me know how you're finding it 💕
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