A Night in Murder House//discontinued

Halloween Pt. 1

As I was looking for Violet and Tate, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Darren, just hanging out with his friends. What an asshole, I thought. My hands were shaking with rage. I wanted to make him pay. He deserves to face the consequences of what he tried to do to me. I made myself invisible and followed him for about five blocks. He didn't even mention the house.

When they stumbled upon a small memoriam for me in front of the library consisting of a photo of myself, assorted flowers, and a dozen flame less candles, he and his friends stopped. I was filled with excitement in the anticipation of his reaction. It was almost like a social experiment.

"Bitch deserved it, the way she flaunted how smart she was around the school," said a tall blonde girl in a low and short cut blood red dress. There was nods of agreement around the group and Darren's face transformed into something pure evil, like he would get down on his knees and pray to whoever killed me.

I knew how I acted around others wasn't perfect, but I don't think anyone deserves to die because of it. I was sad, but no less angry then I was before. Ill shave all of your heads someday. Just you wait and see, I schemed.

After they walked away, I turned around and started looking for Tate and Violet again. I had just wasted precious time. Lucky for me, it was only 1 pm. I wandered around town for about 20 minutes before I found them at a secluded part of the beach, gathering driftwood and putting in a pile to make a fire.

"Aren't you supposed to wait until dark to start a fire?", I asked. They both looked up at me as I made my way down a sandy slope. "Shut up smart ass. We're preparing for dark," Tate said with a grin. I helped them set up the wood correctly and then we sat down and talked. After a few hours, trick or treaters started to come out. We can hear their laughter from where we are. When the sun finally started to fall, we started the fire. Tate pulled Violet closer to him and wrapped him arm around her shoulders and she leaned back into his chest in content.

"How you planning on telling your dad?", I asked Violet. Dr. Harmon didn't seem very keen on forgiving Tate. The look of pleasure on Violet's face turned into a grimace. "I don't know yet," she said. Tate looked less worried than she did, almost relaxed.

"I could tell him," he said. I couldn't help myself. I laughed.

"Like that'll go over well," I said. "What will you do, go up to him and say 'hey Mr. Harmon, thought you might want to know that I'm having se-'".

"Not funny Cassie," Violet said, cutting me off. She and Tate were glaring at me. This is why I never had many friends, I thought. Tate sighed. "She's right, me telling him won't be much better," he said. Seeing that he looked worried, Violet anted a kiss on his cheek.

I then heard footsteps on the hill, but it was to dark to see who was there. "Look who we have here," said an angry female voice. Tate visibly paled at the sound of her voice.