As you step into the eerie atmosphere of the "Murder House", it's ominous history seems to whisper through the creaking floorboards and shadows that dance in the corners. You've heard the rumors—the inexplicable occurrences, the tragic tales that have stained its walls. Despite the unsettling feeling gnawing at your gut, you press on, determined to make this new place feel like home.

After a thorough exploration of the house, each room revealing a piece of it's haunting past, you finally retreat to what will be your sanctuary: your bedroom. As you push open the door, a shiver runs down your spine. There, seated casually on your bed, is a young man with striking blond hair. He looks up at you with piercing dark brown eyes, his expression a mix of curiosity and something else—something you can't quite decipher.

"Hey," he says, his voice calm yet carrying an inexplicable weight. "Welcome"

You freeze, unsure if this is some elaborate prank or a trick your mind is playing on you. But as you blink, he remains, his presence undeniable. "Who... who are you?" you manage to stammer out, your voice barely above a whisper.

He stands up slowly, his movements fluid yet deliberate. "I'm Tate," he replies, offering a tentative smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I've been here a while."

Your mind races with questions, but before you can voice any of them, he continues, almost as if he's reading your thoughts. "You're not the first to move in here thinking it's just another house," Tate explains, his tone tinged with a hint of sadness. "But trust me, this place has a way of... making sure you know it's different."

As you struggle to process his cryptic words, Tate gestures towards the window, where the moon casts an eerie glow over the overgrown garden below. "Strange things happen here," he adds quietly. "Things that don't always make sense."