I'll Be Your Light (Tate Langdon Murder house AHS)

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|Ali's POV|

 I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed, get along with the voices inside of my head, You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath, And you think I'm crazy, yeah you think I'm crazy, yeah. The lyrics blared through my ear buds, as I stared out the window of my Dad's red Chevy Malibu. My sister kept excitedly yanking on my arm, but, I ignored it, and focused on the lyrics. That's all the more that mattered at that moment, cause I did just get moved from Ohio to California. I've been here a few times before, though, so I'm not a newbie. We used to go on vacation here over spring break with my grandparents, so I won't have any trouble navigating through the town of Los Angeles.

 The City of Angels, they called it, but, it seemed to me more like: The City of Beautiful Devils. So if you are trying to avoid your demons you probably shouldn't come here, but, if you're like me, that demon being the ex-love of your life that you left behind almost completely across the country, then maybe you'll be okay. We checked out the house while on vacation, then decided on getting it; since my Dad had got a job offer just outside the city as a welder. The house, it was nice according to my parents, I wouldn't know I went to see one of my favorite bands, Three Days Grace, in this bar. (And no, I'm not 18, I'm actually turned 17 years old as if March 13, about a month ago, the bouncer, and owner are cool as hell though, so they let me in.) I got to meet Adam even, the lead singer, he kissed me on the cheek, and signed my arm.

My cousin took a picture of it, and I'm totally getting it tattooed on my arm, they're my reason for living. I love them. Besides all of that, moving across country, and all, I'm excited to see our house, that's supposedly haunted. Which is pretty awesome if you ask me, I've looked up enough to the house to know what to watch for, so I think we'll live. We finally pulled up at the house, it felt like a palace to me though, honestly. The place looked huge, had a nice yard, and everything. I got out, grabbing my suitcase, and throwing my bag over my shoulder, and headed inside to check out the house, and meet the realtor with my Mom. We walked in besides one another, and the realtor awkwardly says, "Oh, Hi Mrs. Jackson. Are you sure your daughter is going to want to hear about this?". She was referring to the deaths that happened to the residents. I spoke up, "Oh no, I'm fine, you can go ahead, I'm up for it. We just can't let my little sister hear that's all.".

She nods and says, "Well... The deaths we spoke about on the phone, um, the previous home owners, the Harmons? Well their teenage daughter died of an overdose, then the mother died during childbirth, loosing one baby, and the father hung himself in this very room... If you don't want to buy the house still, I understand, I've had no luck selling this house within the past 3 years, because it's supposedly haunted...".

My mother laughed, and told the realtor, "No, no, of course we will take the house. I've dealt with living in a haunted house before, so we have before, and will again, as long as this beautiful home is ours!". The realtor seemed surprised, I imagine that's where most others declined any offers, she made to them, but, we aren't like most families then again... And I wouldn't have it any other way.

She laughed with her nervously, "That's great, and if you feel the maintenance would ever be a problem for this property was an extreme upgrade from your old home; we have a maid, Moira, she's been working for the owners of the house for years, keeps it spotless! She's not expensive either, so it'd work fine with your budget I'm sure! How do you feel about it?". My Mom nods, "A maid, I like the idea of that. You know, why not?". The realtor claps her hands together, "Wonderful, I'll contact her! I'm sure you'll think she's great! Well, I'll let you get settled in now! Hope you love your new home! Call me if you need anything, or you can always talk to the neighbors to your right, she's a wonderful woman!".

 We waved goodbye and she was quickly out the door, shutting it behind her and breathing out a loud sigh of relief. She thought to herself, and mumbled; I think I finally did it. I sold that retched house for good this time. Inside we had no idea the truth of this house as we started unpacking, but, that's okay because soon enough; we would learn the truth...