Phantom Of My House { American Horror Story Fanfiction} On Hold

Phantom Of My House { American Horror Story Fanfiction} Tate/OC

I stood in the frount yard of our new house. It was beautiful, and dead. But, I think it wouldn't be beautiful if it was alive. But I see all things this way, my theropist called it depression and I called it a different view of a luscious dieing world. Sense everything would die isn't everything already dead?

"Karin, get your ass over here!" My father joked. I'm living with my father because my mom ran off with our pool cleaner.Dad wanted a divorice but she didn't because she wouldn't get anymore money. I got her to agree because (1) She was a bitch (2) She slept with everyone except my father (3) I hated her. So her payroll stopped and she begged for another chance that she wans't going to get so we moved here.

"That is not something you should should say in front of ears as innocent as mine." I said sarcastily as I entered our house and found Dad in the kitchen.

"You use far worse words than ass." He said seaching the cabinets.

"True, and what are you looking for?" Also looking in the cabient.

"Dead mice."

"They sleep. Hamlet once said:

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause: there's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life;

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The oppressor's wrong, the prou-"

"Didn't your doctor say that Hamlet is off limits?"

"Amd who is he to me whether me to him in what matter?"

"What?"

I sigh, the doctors think Hamlet makes me wish for death to come when I sleep when in actualty.. I just like watching Hamlet because of David Tennant. I saw a doctor because I could find out stuff about people by looking into their eyes seeing their sins in there soul. I found out that my principal was the kidnapper taking the girls in my school. I confronted him on it and out kidnapped myself. After a month we escaped. I told my mother and she got me doctor after doctor. I found out about her scandal with my gift. I sighed.

I walk up to my room to see my bed already I stack my 3 suit cases on them. Then I unpack...

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It's about 10:48 andI hear rocks at my window I look down to see a blond guy waving. I smile, He is hot in a badboy way. Must Have. But, what a random hot guy throws rocks at my window and I spread my legs? No, self is a random hot badbiy throws rocks at your window you unzip his pants done fighting myself I fix my clothes and went outside.

Hot guy was sexy in a Edward-ish way. And he saw me and grinned, waved and walked over.

"Hello, I'm Tate. I live next door."

"Karin."

"Well, Karin I live next door and wanted to welcome you.". He said I knew there were lies in his words, I couldn't tell which ones. Then I looked into his eyes they were old, like they were older than him.

"Welcoming me to the house of hell, thanks Tate.". I said he looked at me as if I shot him in the heart. What did I say?

"Never thought of it as hell, more like a murder house."

"Yeah, real original you old soul."

"Old soul?" he said looking at me suspiciously people.

"Yeah, your eyes are older than you-"

"Karin, I know your outside again! Get your yaoi watching- wattpad reading- Sterek believing- ass wipe self inside this house NOW!" He said turning the corner seeing Tate. "A boy! You should have said something!"

"I'm going to come inside in a second, father" He looked hurt I didn't say Dad, whatever. Now turning to Tate I say. "Bye Tate. The old soul."

"Goodbye Karin. The soul reader."

The who walk back into the house my Father kept fussing about how boys just want to get into your pants and how they never tell you I love you and truly mean it unless you say it first. I wasn't playing him any attention because all I can think about how beautifully creepy he was, he was a hot cold old soul. And I loved it!

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