Will you still love me?(Tate Langdon)

Chapter one.

I'm sitting next to my best friend, my sister violet Harmon. God she was gorgeous. I was listening to Master of puppets by Metallica. Violet was talking to mom and be- I mean dad. I don't even consider him my dad anymore after what he did to mom, he's a fucking animal, I hate cheaters.

We finally arrived. I grabbed my bag. "Holy shit" I muttered. This house was fucking huge, and old. "Raven! Language" Ben said to me."
"I'll watch my language when you don't cheat on mom for a whole year"
He went silent.

This old hag showed us around the house, she smelled like fish and a shit ton of some sort of old lady perfume, it smelled like something a grandma would wear, like Celine Dion or Elizabeth Taylor. I heard something coming from the basement but I ignored it, I was curious to see the rest of the house. Violet wandered off, I wonder where she's going. I decided not to follow her.

I hear my name being called 5 minutes later. "Raven! Raven!"
It was like shouting but whispering.
I look for the voice it was vi. "What vi?" "Check this shit out." She opens the basement door. "Ew what the fuck why does it smell like death"
"Ignore the fucking scent dickhead look at it" " It looks like a spider infested death smelling regular basement."
"I heard a voice a minute ago down there it sounded like a boy"
"Maybe it was ghost oooo"
"Ravennnn I'm serious!"
"Ok ok jeez"
We heard that hag talking about the past owners, me and vi looked at each other and went over there to hear about the past tenants.
"Oh don't tell me they died in here" mom said
"Actually they did, it was a murder-suicide." The hag realtor said
"Ooh so there is ghosts? Freakkky"
I say with sarcasm. Vi giggles.
"Raven, murder-suicide isn't a joke"
Ben says. "I'm not retarded."
"We'll take it" Vi says.

The movers move our things in.

SHORT CHAPTER SORRRYYY