A Night in Murder House//discontinued

Waiting for Halloween

The next few days I spent with some of the other ghosts in the house in addition to Tate and Violet. Whenever I was with the other ghosts, Tate was forced to wait in the attic or in the basement. I understand the feeling of loneliness, but I still can't even begin to imagine what he has gone through in the past few years since Violet said goodbye to him.

I've found that here I am much more comfortable around those who I had no close connection, something that was different when I was alive. Dr. Harmon occasionally tells me about his work and allows me to borrow the books in his office. Vivien sometimes plays the cello and allows Violet and I to listen.

When I have hung out with Tate and Violet, I like to have fun experimenting with my lack of limitations given to me with death. To put it simply, I stabbed a knife through my hand. It definitely worried Violet and Tate. But to me it was amusing.

It wasn't until the day before Halloween that I saw her. Hayden. At the site of her, with that stupid smirk glued to her face, that I was consumed by rage. She stood there in the doorway while Tate and I played chess in the basement. If it had been somebody other than Tate who I was with, the situation would have most likely been very different.

I got to my feet, my fists were clenched, and I stated to walk toward her. The split second before my fists collided with her face, Tate's arms wrapped around me, holding me back. I struggled, but his grip was strong.

"What's the matter, ginger? Did I do something to you? Did I hurt your feelings?" Hayden taunted. I could feel the heat rising to my face as my anger flared. I struggled against Tate again, but Hayden walked away and when I was released I saw that she had vanished.

I turned to Tate. "What the hell? It's not like I could kill her." I said, my voice riddled with anger.

"You need to think before you act. I made your mistake and look where I am now. Hated by almost everyone. Do you want that?" He asked. I realized what I had almost done, and how what Tate stopped me from doing would have affected my reputation. "I'm sorry... Thank you," I said.

But Tate started crying. "If I had thought of the consequences, none of any of this would have had to happen. Violet wouldn't hate me, and her family could still be alive. I'm such an idiot!" He started sobbing. I walked over and rubbed his back.

"Tate, stop. Everyone makes mistakes. Besides..." I couldn't think of what to say to make him feel better. Hi Tate, don't cry, psychotic urges are incredibly hard to control! Like that would make him feel better. I decided to take a chance. I carefully worded my next sentence. "Nature vs nurture. You never really had the greatest chance, given that you are related to and were raised by a cocksucker."

He gave a sad, small pathetic laugh at that, but he continued to cry. Eventually Nora Montgomery came in. "Shhhh, don't cry," she said. She was also rubbing his back. Her words only made his tears flow faster. To an extent, she was the reason he was upset. His trying to please her was the reason he did what he did.

"Life is too sh-" Nora began, but Tate cut her off. "WE ARE ALREADY DEAD!" He screamed. Nora abruptly stood up. She looked furious. She stormed out of the room. Tate was still sobbing. A small puddle of tears formed beneath him and his hands had to be soaking wet.

His screaming attracted the attention of Dr. Harmon. He walked into the room and laughed. "Suffer, Tate. Now you might finally feel the pain that you put others through." He laughed again then left.

Tate and sat for 2 hours, him continuously crying and myself comforting him. Eventually Violet found us. She immediately walked over to Tate and sat down in front of him. "I'm so sorry Violet. It's all my fault. If I  hadn't raped your mom she would still be alive, and you might not have died, and you would be happy," he cried.

Violet cupped her hand to his cheek. "It means a lot that you admit that to me. It's okay. I am happy. What you did was wrong, but I... I think I forgive you. But you need to say it to my mom." He nodded. He was crying significantly less than before. He got up and she did too. I went invisible and followed them.

They walked out of the basement, but at the top of the stairs Violet stopped him. She lightly pressed her lips to his.