The Fire That Started it All *Violate*

Chapter 1

*Violet POV*

It's 2016, I think. I haven't spoken to Tate in a couple of years and my life is so relaxing. Well as relaxing as being dead and stuck in a house with a  crowd of ghosts could be. Strangely I've been seeing Tate a lot recently, at the corner of my eye. He's always watched me, from the day I moved in I would always see movement at the corner of my eye but when I found out that there were multiple dead people in the house I knew it was Tate. But recently he's been doing it a lot,  he's up to something this isn't normal, yet again this whole situation isn't normal.

I spend most of my time in the attic now playing with Beau. Since there's a new family living in the house, "the Stewart's" I don't want a risk of revealing myself.  The house has given up trying to keep people from buying the house because in a matter of a year there is a new family moving in, It's pointless.  We are also thankful for the buyers though, if it weren't for them the house wouldn't be here. I can't count on one hand how many times the city has planned on tearing down the house to put a hospital for the mentally ill.  That will unlikely happen.

It's 7:00 in the morning and the family just left for work. As soon as I walk down the steep steps from the attic I can see Tate around the corner, I pretend like I don't see his rugged hair and I continue to make my way to the kitchen. I see him again behind a door in the room that used to be my parents.  I slip into the room and slam the door shut. He jumps not expecting my appreance.

"You need to stop stalking me, It's kind of hard to live my life without you if I see you at every corner." I say in annoyance. He winced at my words.

"You need to be careful Violet" with worry in his words and eyes. His voice makes me nervous, he knows something.

"I'm not sure if you remember but I'm dead, what's going to happen I die, again?" I laugh at my joke but his face stays concerned. "Ok I'll keep an eye out" I say sarcastically.

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I hear the smoke detectors go off. Smoke engulfs the attic and Beau runs back into the corner. I cough and gasp for air. I sprint downstairs through the thick smoke. I reached to the kitchen and I see Tate staring at the fire, emotionless.

"Tate, what the hell did you do?" I scream at him. The smoke burns my lungs.

"I just want you to love me again Violet" he speaks monotone. The family of 4 rush down to the front door but the door wouldn't budge. 

"Tate you have to let them go, they have children!" I choke on my words. He continues to stare at the source. I rush to the door, I pull and kick at the door but no matter what I did the door wouldn't open. By now the fire swallowed the bottom floor the family moved up a level and started banging on the windows. They threw everything in the room at the windows and wouldn't open. This family was going to burn. The two little girls by now were under the bed knowing what there future lies.  I run to the attic not able to watch the family's destruction. After 20 minutes I hear screams then silence.

An hour later I hear banging on the door. Firefighters barged in and immediately scavenged for the family but all they found were ashes. Investigators searched around for a cause of the fire but they didn't find a cause so they told the public is was an electric fire. But I knew exactly what started the fire.