REFLECTIONS (A Tate Langdon Fan Fic)

Chapter 3

~~TATE

I let go of her hand the moment I heard the loud gunshots in my ears, there was something about her that I couldn’t figure out.

        “Sorry, I’m Leah. Leah Hale and before you ask yes my father is Gabriel Hale the ghost story writer.” She replied returning over towards her stuff, I couldn’t place what was happening but it was odd.

        “Your father’s books talk about how he speaks with the dead and tells their stories.” I asked sitting on the ledge of the window seeing her body tense up slightly from my comment.

        “If you only knew the half of it, I’m actually getting tired with the constant moving from Haunted House to Haunted House. We been to all of the big ones but when he heard about this place he jumped at the opportunity.” She explained placing her clothes onto the bed; I could not focus on anything but her.

        “So your father and the rest of your family are here to write the stories of this house?”  I asked feeling a little unnerved by asking her that question since it was a little insensitive.

        “Believe me I hate this. This is the fifth house in ten years.” She exclaimed while I watched her tie up her dark brown hair into a ponytail. Her hazel eyes pierced mine and I could feel my dead heart skip a beat.

        “So I guess I should be getting use to see you around here? Maybe I should give you the tour of your house. I know a lot about this house.” I smiled where she looked at me with curiosity in her eyes.

        “I don’t think you want to be around me when I tour this house. You will think I’m weird and trust me when I say my father isn’t the kindest to unexpected visitors.” She replied where I looked at her giving her another smirk of mine while she looked at me with an odd glare back.

        “Trust me when I say I know this place. I know secret passages all over this house. If you want to know where the ghosts are, then meet me in the basement, the entrance is from the kitchen. I’ll meet you there.” I smiled winking at her when she turned back around to say something I was already gone. I slowly crept into the crawl space where I could see swifts of wind hit the debris. I continued towards my destination where I could hear the whispers in the wall and I looked through the small crack seeing Leah standing there.

      “You have no right to show me this disrespect young lady, just because your gifted and your gift helps us does not mean you have the right to treat me like this.” The man who looked like her father I guessed was yelling which didn’t make me feel good in the least.

        “Why don’t you admit it Dad? You blame me for mom’s death?” she replied which I watched her father tense up by that comment.

        “I could never blame you for that but; Dina is trying to be a mother to you. You have to stop pushing her away.” Her father exclaimed where she looked at him with almost anger in her eyes.

        “Dina is trying to be a mother to me? Who are we fucking kidding dad, if she wasn’t around you wouldn’t know what to do with your fucking dick.” She barked when her father smacked her against her face and I felt my anger about to erupt. I looked closer to see the lights flickering and things started to fall off the shelves around them. She looked deep into her father’s eyes before the light bulbs shattered above them. Her father stumbled back where he was almost afraid of seeing everything. “I know your limits father but, you don’t know mine. Don’t test me because the ghosts here are not happy to see you here.” She passed by him and he looked petrified to see what happened and to be honest I was also wondering what happened. Leah seemed to be a lot stronger then she looked. I quickly ran towards the secret passageway to the basement to meet up with Leah because not only was I angry but also very curious.