It's another lonely day in the murder house, the place I can't leave. This morning makes one year of being trapped in this crap hole. one year after my death.
I walk upstairs from the only place I feel wanted: the basement.
"Happy one year!" Says my mother, "One year you haven't seen Tate." She knows I hate it when she brings up Tate, but there has never been a day when she hasn't. There has never been a day when I haven't thought about him either.
I walk slowly up to the attic where I guess Tate and Hayden have been staying.
"Tate!" I yell hoping he will come out of the dark. Here in the murder house there are two kinds of ghosts. Ghosts who are happy, and ghost who are not happy or in the dark.
"Tate, I know I told you to go away and I know you probably don't care, but I just wanted to see if you wanted to talk because today marks a year for me." I wait for what seems like an eternity, then I hear Hayden laughing.
"You knows he's not going to talk to you, right?" Hayden appears in front of me and spits out blood on me as she laughs.
"Violate! We need you quick!" My mom yells at me from the kitchen.
I run down stairs and I see Nora, my mom and my dad gathered around the table arguing.
"WOAH WOAH, What's going on?" I shout over them as I grab the cookie and of my dads hand and shove it in my mouth.
"Someone is coming to look at the house tomorrow." They all day in unison. I open my mouth wide and the cookie falls out.
"Well what are you guys doing? Get them to not!"
"Well we will just have to scare them." A familiar voice says out of no where.
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Hey guys it's Hannah! Decided to start another violate story because of the new season so... 💕
