Disclaimer: this story does not follow the plot line of Murder House. This was written in 2016 when I was 13 years old. I was depressed and going through an eating disorder. This story reflects on that. I wrote it as an outlet. Tate Langdon doesn't know how to love. He is a confused teenage boy. But, one day a girl his age moves to new York and happens to live next door to Tate. She changes his life. Little does Tate know.. he changed hers, too. Read to know all the things they go through together <3

"Oh my god Tate, what did you do!" I yelled. "I'm sorry I wasn't thinking!" Tate yelled back. "Well obviously! Now it's gonna look like my mom killed a little boy, it doesn't look too good that his dead body is in my moms bedroom!" "Lily don't worry about that I can hide the body and Moria can clean up the mess, and I do recall that killing him sorta saved you" *Completed September 28, 2014*

it's the summer of 1993 and adeline valkit just settled into her new home beside the murder house. she's quick to meet the strange neighbor boy.

Even before he first touched a gun, Tate Langdon was always capable of the unthinkable; it just took her longer to see it than others [Pre-Murder House / S1].

What if there was never a Violet? {Discontinued Indefinitely}

❝were all a little crazy, aren't we?❞ © riggsnpeters // wattpad a short tate langdon story