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

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

After moving into the infamous Murder House, Y/n quickly discovers it isn't normal. She meets Tate and and things go on from there. This story is open race so it does not matter what race you are to read. Hope you enjoy

I'm not that good with descriptions.

"I loved her. Not for the way she danced with my angels but for the way the sound of her name silenced my demons" Tate Langdon *It contains swearing and pessimistic thoughts at some point*

Basically a love story between you and Tate.

A book where the reader is the main protagonist of the story. As you read you will find that you live in the infamous house with a bloody history, an unsettling feeling of being watched by an unknown presence... a mysterious young man befriends you, becoming your closest friend. Dealing with issues such as the absence of parents, an unwanted admirer, and the struggles of depression. (This book contains some parts that readers may find unsettling) reader discretion advised ~

This is an imagine based on American horror story :murder house.

UPDATE, A COUPLE OF YEARS LATER Hey guys, please read this bit before you read this story. This story contains descriptions of violence and needs an overall trigger warning for suicide. When I wrote the chapters for this story, I wasn't in the best state of mind and I projected that into my writing as some sort of therapy; only difference between me and other people going through depression as I was back then, is that I published mine which contributes to the romanticisation of suicide and mental illness. I didn't understand mine back then, but I do now. Please seek help if you identify with the OC. It's not healthy and damages your soul as it had mine. I am better now. I want you to be better, too. You matter. You are your own universe and your sun, you moon, your stars... don't forget that. Take care of yourself because you are important. I wish someone said that to me back then, so I am saying it to you now. I am more than happy to talk to anyone going through the same thing I went through. Again, thank you so much to everyone who engaged with this story over the years! I would take it down because I personally do not believe in a lot of the things I wrote back then that has been intertwined with this story but I want it up to at least reach out to someone and keep a memory of my writing progress. Lots of love, Z xx