The Anti-christ (Tate Langdon x fem reader)

chapter 1

I stand there in the lawn of the murder house looking up at the windows mentally preparing myself to deal with the mind numbing shit show of this whole ordeal of having to live here.

My dad made me move here with him because my dads girlfriend kicked him out. Honestly I don't blame her... I mean I never really liked her but good for her breaking things off with him after 3 years. How she let the relationship get that far will forever be a mystery. The last straw was when he pissed in her fishtank after downing a whole bottle of tequila.

My dads a therapist I don't know how he even got his license in the first place. He's an asshole when nobody's around but acts like an angel who could do no evil when people are near. That's probably why the cops let him off the hook because no one could ever believe the perfect Mr.(last name) could never do something so horrendous. They said and I quote " Mr.(last name) wouldn't ever urinate on your pet goldfish ma'am." which that as a sentence coming from a officer is fucking hilarious even with context.

I had to stay in a small motel room with that fucking ugly orangutan befor we found the murder house up for sale. Im calling it the murder house because its what everyone calls it from all the killings that took place here. I tried to do research on the house but didn't really get to far with the awful motel wifi. I only got the basics of what happened and couldn't get the names of the people who/how they died here.
I don't mind living here I've always took interest in all things horror. Especially slasher movies, they always brought me comfort.

I walked through out the first floor of the house silently looking around as the realtor tells my dad about the history of the house. I walk into a another room to go look around and hear the creak of hinges behind me. I look over to see a door slightly cracked open and feel a faint dread set in my stomach.

"Hey where does this door go to?" I said looking over to see the realtor pop her head around the corner.

"That goes to the basement dear" she said.

I was gonna ask another question but I was cut off.

"Honey why don't you go upstairs and see your new room" my dad said smiling at me with a wink.

I internally cringe at his shitty "Im a good father" act and go upstairs.

I walk up stairs wondering around further Into the second floor as the noise of the conversation between my dad and the realtor gradually become more distant and the feeling of hair being raised in the back of my neck sets in. Someone is watching me.