Full fanfictions of Evan Peters characters in AHS. Some will possibly follow the episodes of each season.
Season 1 - Tate Langdon Murder House
In which a shy, muted girl moves next door to a creepy home
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In which Tate Langdon found the love he nev...
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Sally listened to her music as they drove to their new home. Sally was not excited for this move, she hated change.
She saw her mothers lips moving, and took off the headphones to her Walkman to listen to her.
"Sorry i didn't hear you." Sally told her in her delicate voice.
"I asked if you were excited to see the house." Darla smiled.
"Oh. No. Why did we have to move?" Sally asked, slouching slightly and turning to look out the window.
"You're father got a new job as the school psychiatrist." Darla explained. "And it's a lovely school, I'm sure you'll do great."
"Yeah, sport, I'm sure you'll get along better here." Tim said cheerfully.
"You guys are too positive." Sally said monotonously.
"Sally you'll be okay." Darla assured the girl, although she wasn't so sure herself.
"I'm going back to my music." She muttered, slipping her headphones back on.
Sally watched the world go by as they drove to their new home, their moving truck was ahead of them.
She didn't understand her family's positivity, the world was shit. She had always believed that, but she had accepted it and liked living in the darkness of her thoughts.
She knew she would hate the new school, and that it would hate her. And that was not a great thing to think about.
The car stopped, and Sally looked at her new house, it was very boring looking. But she liked the house next to it.
It was huge and Sally felt her body tingle as she looked at it. It was definitely haunted.
Pulling on her beanie, Sally got out the car, throwing her backpack on her shoulders as she sighed. She looked to her mother, who was smiling and rolled her eyes.
"This is it." Tim stated.
"Yep." Darla stated.
Sally could tell Darla wasn't as excited to move as she portrayed. She heard them arguing about how miserable she was at school and how her father had gotten fired. So they had to move.
"Let's get settled then we can greet our neighbours." Darla clapped and Sally groaned.
"Why? What if they're serial killers or something?" Sally raised a brow.
"Don't say things like that." Darla waved her off.
"Whatever." She muttered, following her into the house.
Looking around at the bright wallpaper, Sally couldn't have missed their home in Chicago more. It was horrid.
"You're room is the one at the front of the house sweetie." Darla told her and Sally nodded. "Don't take too long! We've got to greet the neighbours and start unloading things."
