You had made the mistake of moving into the Murder House.
You lived with your Mother, father, and sister.
Only you and your sister were home at the moment because your parents were working.
You were currently listening to “Heart Shaped Box” by Nirvana.
“That’s a good song,” you heard behind you.
You turned around to see a blonde boy about your age standing in your room.
“Who are you and how did you get in here?” you asked, jumping to your feet.
“I’m Tate Langdon. I used to live here. I just came to visit the old house. I didn’t know there were new homeowners,” he shrugged.
“Well, there are. I think you should leave,” You said.
“Do I have to?” he asked, stepping closer.
You took a step back.
“Yes,” you said, firmly.
“Why can’t he stay?” your sister, Y/S/N, asked.
Your sister was younger than you but loved to try flirting with every boy she could see.
“Because he is a stranger and he is breaking and entering,” you hissed.
“Then let’s get to know him,” she smirked.
You groaned inwardly.
“If he kills us, it’s your fault,” You muttered.
Y/S/N squealed and dragged a nervous Tate to her room.
You went back to sitting on your bed, listening to music, and scrolling through Tumblr.
After a couple of minutes, your sister shoved Tate onto your bed, causing him to fall on top of you.
He quickly sat up, blushing.
You were blushing too.
“He’s one of your people,” she said.
“And what is that exactly?” you asked.
“Nerd,” she sighed.
You held up the Star Trek sign and stuck your tongue out at her.
She left your room with a huff.
“She scares me,” Tate muttered.
“Children shouldn’t play with dead things,” you said.
“What?” Tate asked with wide eyes.
You turned your laptop around to show him an article you had found about how he had died.
“Care to explain, Ghost Boy?” you asked, raising your eyebrow.
“You’re surprisingly calm about this,” he remarked.
“I grew up with Ghostbusters and I watch Supernatural every day. I can kill you if I want to,” You shrugged.
tate sighed and told you everything.
About him, about the house, all of it.,
You weren’t even scared a little bit, though.
You felt strangely safe.
“If it’s so dangerous, then why do I feel so safe?” you asked him.
“Because I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he answered seriously.
“Why not?” you asked, confused.
“I like you a lot, Y/N,” he whispered.
“I like you too, Tate,” you whispered back.
You both smiled at each other.
“Hi, I’m Tate. I’m dead. Wanna hook up?” he asked.
“Eh, why not?”
