Murder House - A Michael Clifford Fanfiction

Chapter 12 - Talk

I walked out of my room with Michael right as he was about to leave. We walked downstairs, and my parents were in the living room. My mom stopped us, and she called us over, saying she wanted to talk.

"Yeah, mom?" I asked, walking over, "what did you want us for?"

"I heard you guys talking in your room.." Mom told me. Oh no. What about? About Michael being dead? I really hoped she didn't know..

"What did you hear?" Michael asked her, obviously worried too. Maybe my parents couldn't tell, but I could.

"You guys were saying about Tate being Michael's dad. The Tate I know? He used to live here.." Mom explained. We both shook our heads, laughing.

"No," I finally answered her, covering up, "it's a different Tate."

"Then I heard you, Michael, asking Pandora why she asked you if being dead felt weird."

"Yeah, she asked me that, but how would I know? I don't," Michael shrugged.

"Are you sure? Something definitely sounded weird. And, Pandora, why would you ask about that?"

"I don't know. I just wonder about weird things sometimes," I held my hands out like saying 'I don't know'.

"Oh. Okay," mom nodded, and we began to walk out of the living room. Before we could leave, dad called out, "Wait!"

"What, dad?" I asked him.

"Michael, you said that your grandma and mom live next door with your half brother, right?" Dad wondered.

Michael nodded, "yeah, Tate is sort of my half brother."

"Tate said that he lives next door with his mum. When I asked him if his grandma lived there too, because I thought that he could be your brother since you look alike, he told me no."

"Oh," I looked down.

"What's going on?" Dad asked.

Michael looked at me, and I nodded. I whispered in his ear, "not you, though.." He understood and told them.

"Have you noticed anything weird about this house? Creepy maybe?" Michael asked my parents. They nodded, their heads cocked slightly to the side. I was not ready for this.

"Well.. The thing is.." Michael stopped and looked at me.

"You're not pregnant, are you?" Mom looked at me. I shook my head rapidly.

"Good," she sighed, "go on, Michael."

"About Tate.. there's only one. The Tate that you met is my dad. He looks the same age as me, but he really isn't. You don't age when you're dead," Michael told them, trying to hint it.

"What do you mean by that?"

"If you die in this house, you're stuck between this world and he after world," Michael admitted to my parents.

"Wha-" mom looked at dad, not finishing her word.

"It's really weird. But Tate is dead, along with many other people in this house. He died soon after my mum got pregnant with me. My half brother, well, he was born to Vivien Harmon, Violet's mum. My dad was dead when he got her pregnant, so Michael, my half-brother, is what you would consider a 'demon child'."

"Oh.." Dad looked at him like he understood, yet he still thought Michael was crazy.

"Your half-brother is named Michael too?" Mom asked. She seemed confused. I didn't blame her. It was sort of confusing having two people named Michael be half-brothers.

"Yeah, that's his name. My grandma named him before she knew about me.." Michael told her, nodding.

"Okay," my mom understood then. My dad nodded beside her. He must've been thinking about asking the same question mom did.

"It's just an awkward thing to talk about, so we don't much. I know everyone that has died in this house since I used to live here. They can't leave, well, go very far. They can choose to be invisible if they want to. They all do that because we told them we didn't want you guys to see them just quite yet. They will probably start appearing if we tell them it's okay. A lot of them are okay, but others are a little crazy. Maybe they're mad because they're dead, but we aren't completely sure. If you don't like them, tell them to go away, and they'll listen. Trust me," Michael finished talking.

"I'm really sorry we didn't tell you earlier," I apologized to my parents.

"Don't worry about it, Pandora. It's fine," dad promised me. I smiled.

"Well, I'm going to get going home next door.." Michael announced. He turned to me and kissed my cheek.

"I'll see you later, babe," he whispered in my ear.

"Bye daddy," I said back, smirking at him as he left. He smirked back before walking out the back door through the kitchen.

"Pandora," my mom stopped me before I walked up to my room once again.

"Yeah?" I turned around to see what she wanted from me.

"Are you dead too?" She asked. I shook my head, "why would you think that?"

"Is Micha-" she began to ask. I fake-yawned loudly, trying to stop her from asking the question. It worked, and I told her I was tired so I wanted to go to bed. I said goodnight to both of my parents, and I went upstairs to my room. That was close.