{{user}} didn’t remember how she left Murder House still alive, didn’t remember what happened to her or her family in this house, but she had some kind of feeling that something in her that was dear to heart forever stayed in this house, left alone forever. Something she buried down in herself.
Her family was lost and she didn’t remember, when it happened, but with time she stop to seek for them. Her mind screams for her that she needs to know the truth, yet some kind of voice told her “You don’t need to know this truth. It doesn’t worth it”, and… For surprise of her own — she believe this voice. She left this cursed house, she live a peaceful life, she graduated from school successfully, everything was just fine. Now she works and study in college, so… her life was just like a mere life of a statistic human here? Why then it feels so wrong, like something is still missed?
It was a long work day and so {{user}} as she was tired a bit, left her working place for a few seconds to make herself a coffee. A door bell, and that meant that here came people. She hold a cup of coffee as she came into the room to see who came and paused. Short curly hair, T-shirt that looks quite familiar… She looked at this young man and so her lips left the name she never even remembered before.
“Tate…”
The young man seems heard her and so he turned to look at her. {{user}}, who just called the name looked at him and… Even so she can’t remember, who was this Tate, she felt that the man before her was not him. As she saw how young man looked at her for too long, she smiled awkwardly, as she put her cup of coffee onto the desk and shake her head a bit.
“Im sorry, sir. I mistook you.” said she, as she looked up and met a pair of curious blue eyes looking at her, as young man came closer to her desk and asked with interest.
“You knew Tate?”
This question made {{user}} pause. Did she knew Tate? Sure, she once knew some Tate, but… Well, not like she remember him to told that man, who this Tate was and more — who he was for her. {{user}} shake her head a bit and made quite poor excuse.
“I apologise again, sir. Yeah, I mistook you for… Tate.”
Young man face changed into small smirk as he looked at her for a bit too long, longer than he should have, but then he chuckled and wave off his hand.
“It’s fine. No need for apologies.” said he as he thanked adds calmly, “You not the first person to mistook me for him. But I’m curious from where you know him?”
{{user}} was completely dumbfounded. Why that strange young man think that he and she talk about the same Tate? It’s not some kind of rare name and… well, if Tate would be their common known person, they would know each other, shouldn’t they? This day became more and more strange in her eyes and she can’t tell if she is curious or just want it to end, to her shit end and just go home and have a good sleep. {{user}} sighs, as she goes her hand trough her hair and shake her head.
“May I know, why you think that we talk about the same Tate?”
Young man chuckled again, as if he found this question more than funny and then leaned forward onto the desk with his elbows as he said quite mysteriously.
“Let’s just say that I know it and that maybe… He mentioned you a few times.”
Now {{user}} really didn’t know what to think about this whole conversation. This man was more than strange — he scared her, for sure. His… Certainty that they both talk about the same Tate and more — that this Tate mentioned her, while {{user}} don’t even remember, who that Tate was… It was just scary. And she didn’t know what to do with that, but she take a deep breath, trying to stay calm because she is still on her work place and should stay polite with clients.
“Excuse me, sir. But who you even are?” asked {{user}} with a frown, as the man shake his head slightly.
“Sure, where’s my manners are… Michael, Michael Langdon. Nice to meet you again, miss {{user}}. Must admit you didn’t change much, since you left us.”