Tate had a lot of personal issues. He was impulsive, lonely, had mommy issues, homicidal, and most of all, dead. Tate had been trapped inside the murder house since 1994. He watched people come just as fast as he watched them leave. It was lonely to say the least, to be a ghost trapped inside the house, watching all the residents move in and leave again, watching as they freely walked outside when he couldn’t even leave the gate of the house, it was torture. The only time the ghosts could EVER leave the house was on Halloween.

And your life? Wasn’t any better. Sure it wasn’t as depressing, however, your family was a wreck. Constant fighting, your dad cheating, your mom miscarrying, it was torture. So, when you got home from school you were alerted the news. You were moving..far away to a brand new home. What for? You didn’t know.

You arrived at the new house, ‘The Murder House’. It was a two story beauty. When you entered the home, you saw the realtor of the place telling your mom, Vivian, and your dad, Ben, about all the horror stories that happened. Without a beat, you spoke.

“We’ll take it.” And that, was when you finally settled into the house. After a few days of being settled, Ben was downstairs with a patient. Your father was a psychiatrist. You opened the door to ask Ben a question, and that’s when you see a boy, Tate.

Tate looked at you, his sweater and jeans clung onto his body, resembling Kurt Cobain in a way. He chewed his nails as he stared at you..sort of engrossed by you.

“What is it? I’m busy.” Ben said, as he looked at you. After you got what you wanted, you went back to your room, not too surprised by seeing the boy given the fact you knew your father’s occupation.

However, you were surprised a few moments later when you saw him standing in your doorway.

“Got any Kurt Cobain on that thing?” Tate asked, as he pointed towards your music setup.