Moving on (Tate Langdon)

chapter 1

"Are you excited about moving into this house el?" my so called dad said to me.

"Yes of course. Who wouldn't be excited about moving into a house that people were murdered in. so excited!" I said back. I heard my mom let out a whimper. She was sad that she didn't have her little girl any more. Poor her.

"Can you at least try to be happy?" asked my dad.

"This is happy." I replied smirking at him. He sighed but turned back to look at the road. I turned my attention back to my phone. I looked through my playlist and found a song that I wanted to listen too. I plugged in my headphones and I put on falling for you by 1975. I closed my eyes and fell asleep to the song.

"El honey. Wake up. We're here." I heard my mom say. I groaned and lifted my head up so I could look at the house. It looked really old and creepy. I liked it. I got out of the car and grabbed my Polaroid camera and went inside the house. I walked up the stairs taking pictures up everything that interested me. I started to look at the rooms that I would pick.

I walked into a room that was pretty big. The walls were painted a navy blue. There was a bed, a carpet, a bookshelf, a chalk board, and a dresser. We got the house furnished. Since the old family the Harmon's didn't get there stuff taken away so we got to keep it. The joys of sleeping on a dead person's bed.

I sat my camera on the bed and started to look through the pictures I took. I took one in the living room, the master bed room, and my room. The living room one looked okay. There was a blurry thing sitting on the chair but it was probably the camera since it's so old. The master bedroom had nothing wrong with it. Which was weird because I thought the camera would mess up the other photos.

The last photo I took was a picture of my bed room. Right when I look at it I almost shit my pants. Laying on my bed was a boy with shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes. In the photo he was looking at me intensely. I looked up from the photo and looked around my room to make sure nothing was in here. Nothing was there.

"Boo!" a voice whispered right next to my ear. I jumped and turned around to see who said that. Standing there was the boy I saw in the picture.

"Who are you?" I asked not showing any fear. He didn't say anything. His eyes roamed my body checking me out. I started to get self-conscious. I put my hands over myself.

"Don't hide yourself from me." Said the boy dismissing my question.

"Who are you?" I almost screamed. He ran up and covered my mouth.

"shh. Don't scream. My name is Tate." He said. I jerked my head out of his hands and sent him a death glare.

"Why are you in my house?" I asked.

"I live here." He said.

"No you don't. My parents bought this house so I live here." I told him.

"I use to live here at least." He said as his face saddened

"You're confusing me. Where did you come from?"

"The basement."

"The basement." I said repeating what he said.

"Yeah. What's your name?" asked Tate.

"El. It's short of Eileen." I said smiling

"Oh. Cool name. It suits you well."

"Why were you named Tate? It's such a weird name."

"It's not weird. It's awesome. Just like me!" he said happily. I laughed at what he said. We didn't say anything for a little bit. We just stared at each other. I started to check out his features.