evan peters preferences & imagines

meeting ghost boy - tate langdon

a/n:  i really thought this was boring.   but, i had to get an imagine written for you guys.  love you x

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Ever since you and your parents moved into a creepy victorian house, you've found out many gruesome facts about it. Ghosts and murdering of people were believed to be sighted here. But you've never saw any yet.

"Maxine, will you be alright while I'm gone?' I cringed at the fact my mother used my real name instead of my nickname.

"Yes mother, go on now." I pushed her out of the door. I grabbed my flashlight and flicked it on, going on my journey through the house to see if the facts were true.

They recalled that the basement was were you'd spot the ghosts. Many of them were murdered right where I was standing and that gave me the creeps.

A few minutes later after searching the basement, I heard loud footsteps behind me.

"What's a girl like you doing down here?" The figure said out of nowhere, causing me to drop my source of light onto the old floor.

"Just exploring. I hear there's ghosts and shit here."

"Why yes, because you're talking to one. My name's Tate Langdon, I was shot and killed in this house, in your bedroom in 1994."

"Well, what made you get shot?" I asked, biting on my lip.

"I shot and killed 15 kids at Westfield High. I raped the previous owners mom so I could get a baby for a women who lived here in first, her baby was murdered and dismembered and brought back to them, and her husband made it into a creature."

"That's some freaky shit right there." I laughed.

"My names Maxine. But you can call me Max." I introduced myself, shaking the ghost boy's hand. It was cold.

"You'll love it here Max." We sat down on the bottom stairs of the basement.

"I know I will." I recalled, holding my hand in his.

And I had believed the fact was true. Ghosts were real.