Murder House, Huh? (Tate Langdon x Reader) 13

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Title: Murder House, Huh?
Number in Series: Thirteen
Pairing: Tate Langdon x Reader
Fandom: American Horror Story: Season One/Murder House
Word Count: 1,242


Over the next few days, you were able to stay home and play it off like you were still sick. Your parents didn't care but your brother was starting to get really worried. He wanted to have you go and see a doctor or go to a hospital. You were somehow able to talk your way out of it but you knew that wouldn't last for long. He was stubborn and if you continued to keep missing school, you'd have to do something. Maybe you could talk to him about what had happened. He wouldn't believe you, though. You couldn't blame him. You couldn't think of one person who wasn't already dead in this house that would believe what had happened to you. You would have to find evidence if you wanted him to believe you. You weren't sure what you could show him that would make him believe. You would find something.

You heard your parents shout your name from downstairs. You walked to where they were standing; your siblings were already down there waiting. You listened as your parents explained how they were leaving for a vacation today. They had just gone on one not too long ago, right? They never took you on any of their vacations. Guess it was too late now. It made you sad, thinking about how you would never be able to go on a real vacation. You felt tears in your eyes but you kept them from falling. You couldn't make a scene here. You could wait for your parents to leave and then you could go to your room. You knew that you could wait, you had done it before.

Once your parents left, you locked yourself up in your room. You told Mark and Marissa that you weren't feeling well. You guessed that was true...Mentally you weren't feeling well. You felt so tired and depressed. Everything that had happened over the last few days had been just too much for you. You flopped down on your bed, pulling out a notebook that you had hidden under your pillow. You had been keeping all of the information that you had figured out in here. You had the name of all the ghosts you had met and had spaces beside their name where you wanted to put how they died. You also were trying to figure out what Tate had done in this house. Those two men seemed to have a horrible grudge against him. He had to have done something...You had to figure out what.

You started to try and make connections in your notebook. It wasn't much but it was still something. It at least helped the time pass. You had a lot of that now. That was when you heard a scream coming from downstairs. You quickly stood up and ran toward the scream, your bare feet causing you to slide. You knew that the scream had come from Marissa. What if she was hurt? What If someone was trying to kill her?! You had to do something! You weren't sure what you would be able to do but you knew you would have to do something. You were already dead so it couldn't get worse, could it?

You ran down and looked around. You couldn't find her anywhere; where was she?! You had to find her. You heard shouting in the basement and quickly ran down the steps, going two at a time. It was dark downstairs but you could see a beam of light shining in the dark. You walked toward it, trying to find what it was looking at. Your eyes widened when you noticed what it was looking at. You saw your corpse, but that wasn't shocking to you. It had decomposed a little more than the last time you had seen it. You were shocked because you saw Mark and Marissa staring at your dead body. Marissa was freaking out, while Mark was just shocked. Well, that was one way to prove to them that you were dead...

“Guys! C-Calm down, please! I can explain what's going on, but I need you to calm down.” They turned to see you. Marissa screamed even louder this time. Mark ran over to you and gripped your shoulder.

“That isn't funny,(Y/N)! We thought that you were dead! This is a horrible thing to do! Did Tate tell you to do this?! I bet he did. Why would you listen to him?! This is horrible! I don't know what I would do if you were really dead!” Mark shouted, shaking your shoulders like he was trying to get something through to you.

“I am dead! Mark, I am! That's my real corpse, that's me! Please, let's just go upstairs and we can talk about it. Please, just calm down. Do it for me! This isn't easy for me either!” You shouted back at him, both of you trying to be louder than the other. That was how the two of you fought, even though you barely fought. You felt tears roll down your cheeks, having trouble talking about this. It was hard, coming to terms with being dead. Yelling at him like this had just brought everything washing back over you.

Marissa screamed again, though this time it was a quiet one. Her back hit the wall as she continued to have her panic attack. Tears were rolling down her eyes that were squeezed shut. You wanted to help here but you had to convince Mark. At least she was more likely to believe you than Mark was. He would keep trying to come up with logical explanations for what was going on. Like how it was all a prank. They couldn't stay here and for you to get them out of this house, they had to believe you. They had to live on. You were already dead so all you could do now was try your hardest to get them out. You didn't want them to end up like you.

The two of you continued to yell at each other while Marissa had her break down. You had to get Mark to believe you. He had to believe you! You were just trying to help them, why couldn't they see that!? You knew that all of you were overreacting and needed to calm down, but you were too worked up now to stop.

Footsteps were heard, a person walking down the steps to see what was going on. It was Moira. She was wondering what all the noise was about. She had heard the original scream and wanted to make sure that everything was alright. When your parents were gone, she was in charge of the three of you. She felt like she had failed you and she needed to be even more careful with the other two. She wanted to make it up to you, as well as keep the others safe.

“Come on, though let's go upstairs and let's get you all calm. Mark, (Y/N), come on.” Moira said, her arms around Marissa who was hyperventilating. Moira led her upstairs, the two of you following her. As you walked up the stairs, you thought that you saw a pair of dark eyes watching you. You weren't sure but you thought you also saw some blonde hair peeking out, but you tried to forget it. You hurried upstairs to the hard conversation that you were about to have.