[American Horror Story Imagines]

Tate

Y/n
I walked through the empty house as I feel a cold presence behind me.
It's been a week since we moved into the infamous 'murder house' and I'm going to be completely honest it's not that bad.
I turn around only to be greeted by a boy around the same age as me with blonde hair and enthusiastic eyes.
"Hi, I'm Tate"
"Hi I'm wondering why you're in my house" I reply quite shocked.
"You're not gonna believe me when I tell you... I'm a ghost"
I start laughing but when I look him in the eyes and realised how serious he was.
"Prove it" I say with a hint of amusement in my voice hoping he'll do something funny, but instead he completed disappeared.
"Hello, Tate?"
No answer
"Tate?"
Still no answer
"Tate, I swear to god"
I hear laughing behind me and Tate stands there doubled over with a red face
"Did you, did you see your face" he asks me between laughs
"Told you I was a ghost"
"Huh, looks like this is gonna be the start of a beautiful haunted friendship" I say quietly.
"The only thing haunted within a 10 meter radius is that belt" Tate says as he points to my waist.
"Really, Tate?!"
"Oh and my name y/n by the way"