STUCK (Tate Langdon x Y/N)

truth.

"Come on, y/n. Talk to me before I change my mind." He said plainly. He took a seat several feet away from me, and the questions rolled in.

"So what do you want to know?" I said, still looking at the grass. I could feel his eyes on me like lasers.

"How did you die, how old are you? And why did you have to get back to this house, my house... so quickly?" Tate said quietly, but voice saddened with determination.

"I died quite recently, TB. I'm 16. I can only stay here, I can't leave. That's why I always kept showing up, disappearing. Tate, I've been here the whole time."

"Hold on, you can disappear?" Tate inquired.

"Yes." I said simply, not wanting to overwhelm him. His eyes already looked strained, like he was ready to fall asleep, and not wake up for the next 24 hours.

"Are you the only one?" He asked.

"What, you mean ghost?" I replied.

"Yeah." Tate sighed.

"No. There's more, but I'm not going to tell you who they are, it might just stress you out."

"Why have so many people died here?" he said, staring into the sky.

"It's the ghosts. They try to make you stay here, they always find a way to get you back in the house. It wasn't me, but the other ghosts used me as your anchor, keeping you here. Tate, if I'm being completely honest with you, you should get out of here while you still can. This house, it changes you. You're almost influenced by it, by the negative energy held in this place. Although you may be completely fine now, somethings going to happen, which flips that switch, that thing holding on to yourself. You won't be you, I know from experience. So, you need to find that thing, no matter how small, and whatever you do, don't let this house change you." I said urgently.

He smirked, "Well wasn't that poetic."

This made us both laugh, but the laughs turned to faces of despair.

"Y/n, I'm not okay. With everything, with the way we left off. I'm still not completely ready to go back to the way things were two months ago, but I'm willing to say a proper goodbye. Even until I'm... ready. Ready to accept how this is going to change. But I'm not, I'm not ready. I'm sorry. Everything's going downhill for me, specially' with this freak hanging out in my house, schools been worse. I don't feel like I'm me, I feel like an empty void, with a flicker of anger and sadness in there. Slowly building up, until the point that I might lash out, and I don't want that person to be you. So, we have to do this maturely, like the mature teenagers we are." he said, ending with a laugh.

It's the house. It's getting to him, that anger, the sadness. That's the house, it's what it does to you.

"Now, come here." Tate said, pulling me into a hug. We just stood there, for minutes. I agreed with him, he needed to get better, feel better with himself. After several minutes, we pulled away.

"I guess I'll see you when I see you. Goodbye, y/n." he said softly. I gave him a slight smile and he walked back inside, shutting the door behind him.

This is right. This is going to help him, he can't let this house take over him. I won't allow it, even if he has to leave this place, it's better than doing something under the influence of this place. It can make you think, in a way you would normally, you don't see you when you look in the mirror. You see the house.

I went back in and headed for the basement, as I neared closer to the door I saw Addy. She was friendly with me.

"Hey, Addy. You okay?" I asked her.

"Hi, y/n. I'm going into the basement to see the twins. What about you?" she asked politely.

"Hold on a sec," I said, feeling confused, "you know the twins?"

The twins were two young boys, couldn't be over 13, who died in this house while exploring it, ten years or so before I moved in.

"Yes, I do." Adelaide said with a smile, "They're my friends, just like everyone else in here."

"You know? About what they are?"

"I know about you too, y/n. I don't know why my brothers being so dramatic about it." she exclaimed.

"I guess you could say that. How did you know?" I've never revealed anything about myself to Addy, so I'm not sure about how she found out.

"The twins told me. Now, I'm going to go see them. Bye y/n." she said, as she walked down the basement stairs.

Wow. I bet Constance knows too, that means Larry probably knows it too. A moment later, Larry walked around the corner. I made myself invisible to him, and he walked into the basement. He walked into a crevice, one of the rooms that I hadn't been in very often. There was a small set of table and chairs, and several rag dolls sitting out. I looked over towards Addy, talking to the twins, she didn't mind. When I looked back, I saw Larry sitting. With two young girls, and a woman.