REFLECTIONS (A Tate Langdon Fan Fic)

Chapter 14

~~LEAH

I awoke in the middle of the night seeing Tate was gone again and the clock read four in the morning, my father was asleep now. I decided it would be the time to do my own research; I need to see what the ghosts were telling me. I can’t take anymore jump scares in the middle of the night; I slowly crept down the stairs to my father’s office. I turned on his computer and saw the files my father had pulled up on Nora and Charles Montgomery. I scrolled aimlessly onto the files my father left open on his laptop tonight seeing all of the files he had open. The Montgomery Murder Suicide was the first pair of ghosts I found during the first three months I’ve been here. There was also a strange case called the Langdon Affair; apparently Mr. Langdon, Tate’s father, was screwing a maid and killed her and himself. I felt so bad for Tate after reading that news articles about this until I saw a link saying WESTFIELD HIGH SCHOOL MASSACRE. I clicked onto the link to see it read; FIFTEEN STUDENTS DEAD AND ONE TEACHER LEFT PARALYZED BY SCHOOL SHOOTING. There was a small article all about the shootings that caught my attention instantly. In 1994, Westfield High school went from a normal day that turned into Chaos in the matter of minutes. A student opened fire with a shotgun killing fifteen students and injuring one teacher. The killer was known to be a loner and lived in the so called Murder House. It was a short article with the names of students who were killed but it was still confusing. I scrolled down seeing another link to the story but it was labeled differently. It read; KILLER DEAD! I clicked on the link to the next page seeing a long biography of the killer. I scrolled down hearing my heartbeat in my ears when I came to the picture of the killer. It was familiar face strike me deep into my heart. It was Tate Langdon, the same guy I opened my heart too and the same guy who told me he loved me. I now knew that feeling of another ghost around me was true, Tate is dead and he killed people. I quickly read the article that was talking about what Tate did. Tate Langdon, seventeen year old was called an average boy by the neighborhood. Some blame the Murder House curse was what caused Tate to have his mind fracture. Others say Tate had a cold heart to begin with. Tate was found in his bedroom by the SWAT team who was trying to take him into custody until he pulled a gun on the police. He was shot forty times by the Swat team and died instantly in the bedroom. The bedroom was mine in this place, that explains the gunshots I heard but how does it explain how I could touch him. How I could kiss him? I printed the articles out with the printer and deleted the articles I had about him so my father wouldn’t see it. I grabbed the printed documents into my hand and folded it tightly. I looked up to see Moira was looking at me where I had some tears coming but I tried to fight them back.

        “I’m sorry Miss Hale, we had to warn you for your own good.” She replied where I felt the anger inside me boiling up.

        “IT doesn’t matter anymore, I know the truth now and I don’t know what to do.” I exclaimed where she came up to me but I took a step back, she saw some tears drizzling down my cheeks.

        “I know it may hurt but you have to confront him now. If you are hurt you can send him away remember that. He can’t stay if you tell him to go away.” She answered where I wiped the tears away looking at her clutching the papers in my hands.

        “I’m going to bed; when my father wakes up tell him not to disturb me.” I replied where she nodded and I headed back into my room. I pulled my journal out quickly scribbling the quickest message ever into the pages. “Tate lied to me; he’s dead just like the rest of them. Stuck to walk in this house forever and I fell for his manipulation. How can I be so stupid? My heart feels like it broke into pieces all over the floor. He’s a killer. A monster. A demon. I can’t believe I told him I love him, how could I love a monster like that. I have to do it; I have to send him away. For good. They were all right and I was wrong. What good are my powers if I was tricked? Goodbye Tate Langdon. Forever!” I craved into my journal hard and placed the paper into the book slamming it shut. I put it under my pillow and I couldn’t sleep now, my chest hurt too much now. I had no idea what I was going to do but I know one thing, Tate has to leave and I will force him too.