Tate had been ecstatic ever since you moved into the Murder House. The sessions with your psychiatrist father were recovering him swiftly but it was you who had helped him accomplish a clean slate.

His heartbeat quickened as he heard familiar footsteps. He had set up a scrabble date in the basement for just you & him.

He sometimes wished he wasn't a ghost so you both could go on outdoor dates like ordinary couples but, oh well. That's just how things were.

"I'll let you win today."