Tate's PVO-
I wake up to the smell of bacon. Mmmmmmm bacon! I think to myself only to realize that Constance is probably downstairs making breakfast waiting for me to wake up. Wonderful I sigh to myself. I actually have to go downstairs and deal with the cocksucker and Laurence. I'm just happy it was the weekend. Then I wouldn't have to deal with school...not that I would actually go. I got kicked out of the majority of the schools in the area for doing stupid shit...whatever though.I get up, throw on some jeans that were on the floor and a striped blue shirt then head downstairs. As I make my way to my door I trip over something that soon is all over the floor. "Great" I say as I look down. It was a box of bullets that go to my m-16 hiding under my bed. Then I remembered it. The dream. It was so real. Almost like I was killing real people. A shiver is sent down my spine as I try to brush off the nightmare.
As I go downstairs I am greeted by Constance and Laurence only to ignore them. Then I see Addie and her face lights up.
"Hey you!" I say excitedly walking over to her."Hi Tate! You doing anything fun today?"
"Well actually I do have plans" I lied
"Well ok. See you!"
I wave to my sister as I leave the house. As the door shuts behind me i sigh. I go and sit by a tree that's near by and light up a smoke. Then I feel just that much better.Violet's PVO-
I twirl my hair as I lay my head against the cold window. I study the beat at which my head bumps ever so slightly against the window and listen to my music. Right now Melanie Martinez is playing. I lover her songs. They speak to me in a way that makes me feel like I'm not alone in this cruel world. Suddenly my head stops bumping and I look up at my surroundings.The car is stopped I front of an old Victorian styled house. It's huge. And different then all of the other houses in the neighborhood. The house looks really old which I liked because that meant it had history. I turn off my iPod only to here fuckface telling me to follow close behind them.
As soon as I walk through the front door there was something about the house that was screaming at me. It was warning me that this place is dangerous. "Perfect" I whisper to myself with satisfaction.
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In The Dark
HorrorTate Langdon and Violet Harmon meet each other in today's world...will they still love each other? Or will they be alone in the dark? A story recreating Murder House with little twists and turns. Hope you like it! I'm kinda new with this so bear wi...