"So, what's with the house?" My dad asks the Realtor. My mom quickly glares at him. I can tell she doesn't want to move here, especially since this house is nicknamed 'Murder House'. I find it cool, yet her, not so much.
"Well... As I'm supposed to tell you, the previous owners of this house passed away, inside it."
"That's awesome," I interrupt, "let's buy it." I say glancing over at my mom and dad.
"Amy. You don't get to decide." My mom quickly adds
"Well, I do get some say in it right?" My dad quickly glances over at me and sighs,
"We.. Will take it." He says with a sigh.
I slowly walk away as I notice a door and slowly open it. When I walk down, I start to touch random things. These jars that have these.... Body parts inside them that seem older than 100 years. I quickly grab it and slowly open the jar.
"Don't touch that!" A voice says making me quickly drop it on the floor causing it to shatter all over.
"Gah! I'm sorry... I'm so stupid," I say looking up to notice a tall, blonde haired, blue eyed guy who has got to be around my age.
" Did I scare you?"
"What? No." I lie
"You literally jumped and dropped the liver."
"Why exactly is there a liver in a jar?"
"You are dodging my question."
"How did you get in here exactly?''
" Answer the question."
"I did. I said no, now answer mine."
"1. The creator of the house was crazy and 2. There is a door that leads to the basement."
I kneel down and start to pick up the glass pieces and put them on the table, but leaving the liver alone.
"Are you afraid to touch the liver or something?"
"Well... No... I just don't want to get sick and end up with Ebola or something."
"Ebola?"
"Ebola," I laugh, "Maybe Ebola will be our always." I say hoping he gets the reference.
"Funny." He says with a smirk
"I never got your name."
"Tate."
"Amy." I say as I start to walk back upstairs.
I open the door and walk over to my parents. They say thank you and what not and lead me out the door to the car. I open the car door and sit down inside it. I grab my iPod and turn on my music. Evanescence. I listen really closely to the lyrics, trying to figure out the meaning.
Counting the days
To meet you on the other side
I will always be
Waiting
Until the day that I see you
On the other side
Come and take me home
The person she's talking about is obviously dead. She's waiting till the day of her death so that she can see him again. It makes sense. It's love. But what I'm thinking is what the person is must be thinking. Imagine that you're dead. Trapped. In love with a person that has no way to see you because they're alive.
I keep thinking about how hard this must be for her until we stop at my Grandma's, which is where we will be staying until we can move in, which will most likely be a week.
I make my way inside the house to the room I'm sleeping in. I quickly jump in my bed and stare at the wall. I'm thinking of Tate. Why? I had like a 5 minute conversation with him? I don't like him do I? He was kind of flirting with... Yet I was flirting back.
"How was the house?" My grandma says with a smile.
" It was good. Huge." I smile.
~ 1 week later ~
"Amy! Help with the boxes!" Mom shouts from a distance. I run quickly to help yet an older lady quickly grabs a box before she drops it. I stand staring.
"Oh. Thank you. I'm Elizabeth." Mom says
"Constance Langdon. I'm your next door neighbor. Thought I would stop by and say hello."
" That's nice." Mom says while grabbing a box
"Is this your daughter?" She says pointing at me.
"Yes. That's Amy." I stand there and don't say anything.
"Silent one I see. Reminds me of my son."
"Why don't you come inside. I'll make some coffee."
"Oh no. You get back to your unpacking." She says and starts to head off. I watch her leave, I stand there and stare.
"C'mon Amy." Mom says as she hands me a box.
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Whispers In The Dark ; ahs
FanfictionIt's been 2 years since the Harmon family's death. And now the Roth family moves in.. But there's something up with the Roth's daughter Amy. She might seem like your normal teenager.. But she's not. She's a 17 year old with anorexia, a dead boyfrien...
