Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Y/n the Teenage Medium- Tate Langdon

"So this is the infamous Murder House, huh," I said as we pulled up to the gate.

"Yep," Billie answered, "Each presence in that house is begging for their freedom. One thing that I've learned throughout all of these jobs is that the grandest houses hold the most graves.

"Hmm, I expected it to be bigger," I expressed, "It doesn't seem as haunting now, Billie. How quick will this be, and can we do a cool spirit session for once? You always take me to these boring ancient houses."

Billie rolled her eyes and exited the car; I followed her to the front door. This wasn't her first time here as she had received a call from some older lady who had inquired about her dead son a couple of weeks ago. She already spoke to the boy, but I guess she couldn't get through to him, but she advised that this session would be perfect for me. So, now that I've pulled up to this plain-ass mansion with this plain-ass negative aura, I am pissed, especially since this is our 4th anniversary of working together. I've helped her in ways she couldn't even help herself, yet this is how she pays me. If she wanted me to explore another boring ass haunted mansion, she should've taken me down to Disneyland.

Since she took me on as her apprentice, she had learned that she wasn't as impressive as she thought she was- being the world's most renowned medium didn't hold much weight when you have a successor that had seen it all since diapers. The two of us often clashed because what she deemed as never before seen was shit I saw years ago, like when we drove through Roanoke when I was 13- the fact that it took for the moon to turn red for her to see it for its true colors still baffled me to this day, especially since that pig-headed dude had been following us for three days- 'Queen of the Mediums' never fucking noticed him- and I have a scar on my side from almost getting sliced in half; I was freaked out more by that weird ass family that kept walking through the woods than the ghosts there, though. I would not be surprised if they were all cousins or related in some way- when we eventually got back, she was ecstatic to tell some big-name producers about it. There's even been talk of them contacting the couple that just moved out of there to make it a documentary. It'll take a couple of years, but with her promotion, it'll probably do numbers or get people killed. I guess it'll probably do both. I could be wrong.

"Y/n, as I've said many times, I didn't want to rush you into danger at such a young age," she continued, "Yes, your senses may be powerful, but you're still young. You remember what happened last time we went somewhere extremely dangerous."

"I was 13, Billie," I retorted, "I'm 17 now. I can handle way more than you think."

"I know that, and I've seen you grow more than you've known," she admitted, "This is your final test."

"Final test," I questioned.

"Yes, this house holds way more darkness and evil than it portrays on the outside," Billie explained, "Once you walk through those doors, everything you thought before will change."

"Wait, so are you letting me talk to the spirits myself," I asked, "You're not going in?"

Billie shook her head.

"This is your task, and from who- what I've seen in there, it's just to your taste," She said, "His name is Tate."

I wanted to jump up and down like a kid, but I had to seem mature, so instead, I just smiled. It was about time she saw me as the adult I was becoming- even if I was only a teenager.

"What's your overview of the house so far," I requested.

"I don't want to spoil it with specifics, but it's something wicked that still occupies the building- even in death," she began, "A lot of wrongful deaths, murders, and the murderer."