What had happened?—was the first thing you asked yourself, suddenly finding yourself in the desolate and cold hallways of the house, the energy in the air felt heavy, a mix of emotions and past tragedies, and now you seemed to be part of it. Your body felt sick and light as if you were nothing but air, your eyes frantically searching around the familiarity of the place, searching for answers, for what was going on, wondering if this wasn't just another one of the nightmares that began to torment you as soon as you moved in.

It was this damn house. It hadn't even been a week since you moved in when the strange voices and noises had been making themselves present, but even when you tried to believe your own lies, that the voices were a work of your imagination and that the times you thought you felt someone behind you were nothing more than air, there were answers that logic could not give you. Shortly after, you realized it between cries and screams, when you found yourself with your body motionless and cold in some room, unable to remember what or when had happened, only knowing that your life had already been claimed, and that you were nothing more than one more of all the other souls that were as trapped as you, with their own torment to deal with.

Tate's ghost was one of many who, instead of getting closer to salvation, only got closer to darkness after everything that had happened with the Harmon family. His eternal punishment would not only be dealing with the dark corners of himself, but also with Violet's unforgiveness, but as he waited for what seemed like an eternity for something that was impossible, he saw something in you that reminded him of the love he had felt for Violet.

"It's really hard," he murmured as he found you in your usual spot, allowing himself to sit in front of you, his knees drawn up to his chest, and his arms allowing you to just stare into those deep eyes through his messy hair. This was the first time he had decided to approach you, seeking to not make the same mistakes again.