Love and Murder House (Tate Langdon)

Chapter 1

We're moving again. It's so irritating because we never get to stay somewhere longer than 2 years. Ever since I was little we house hopped. It isn't that we can't afford to stay somewhere, it's just my Mom's work takes us everywhere. Since we move so much I've never been able to make friends. No one gets me, I'm kind of a loner but I don't care. The less people I hang around the better.
Getting back to the whole moving thing, we don't even know where we're living yet. Right now we're in our car and in a motel here and there but for right now we don't have a home. It's so stupid and it always smells like dirty laundry. Am I being dramatic? Maybe but it's not the point. Yeah we've only been living like this for a few weeks but it's so boring. I can't even read because I get car sick and my phone battery is always dead but whatever.
Apparently we're going to an open house today, that's okay I guess but honestly I just want to get out of this car. It's only my Mom and Dad and I but it gets cramped pretty quickly.
Oh my name is Rose by the way, Rose Marks.
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"Are we there yet?" I ask.
"We're about 5 minutes away hun, stop complaining," my mom said.
"Yeah Rosie child out. You've been in this car for a while, you can survive 5 minutes. Besides I heard that the realtor lady baked cookies, she said something about it over the phone." My dad said.
"Wow I'm so thrilled. Will she have lemonade too?" I laughed.
Instead of replying my parents laughed and rolled their eyes.

We pulled into a older looking house, it looks cool though. It kind of fits my "depressed" aesthetic, or at least that's what my parents call it. Pretty much I dress and act "emo" but that's okay, I don't have a problem with labels, all they are are words to describe something. So yeah I guess emo describes me but it's okay.
Anyway, getting back to the house. It looks huge and the windows are kind of stain glassed but I can't really tell, they look a little dusty. I have no idea how my parents expect to afford this place.
My parents rang the door bell and a woman quickly opened it.
"Hi my name is Marcy, thank you so much for coming. Come in come in I have cookies and lemonade in the kitchen," she said.
My dad and I looked at each other and I tried not to laugh.
We all walked inside.
"Isn't this place amazing? These are real Tiffany fixtures. The previous owners of the house completely refurbished and loved this house like a baby." Marcy said.
"It sounds like the wife made the husband fix it up or they were gay," my mom laughed and I chuckled.
"Gay. I've never heard the wife one before," Marcy laughed. It was so fake I almost laughed with her.
We continued to go through the house. It was absolutely huge, I wouldn't mind living here. I overheard Marcy talk about the price, I can't believe it's so low.
I took a cookie off the plate,"So why is the price low, it's almost like you can't get rid of this place" I said.
"Well it's not exactly that. I'm entitled to tell you the history of the past 3 years. The previous owners killed each other, quite violently actually." She said.
"Well I love this house and I definitely think we should take it, especially now that the place could be haunted," I told my parents.
"Rosie I don't know," my mom said. Marcy started to look a little aggravated.
"It is a lovely house," my dad said.
"Yes you're right it is, should I get the papers now?" Marcy said.
"Yes"
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It's been about a week since we've moved in. I love the place so far, it has an energy to it. It's like we were meant to be here.
I just started going to school and haven't really spoken to anyone, well no one has spoken to me. It's like they're all whispering about me. I don't know if it's my clothes or my blue hair but it's just annoying. Usually I just blow it off but it's still weird. I'm a sophomore and I'm 16 but for some reason I feel like a kid walking around everyone but I couldn't care less what they think about me. As far as I know, I walk with confidence.
My room is a good escape from school though. It's where I know I'm safe and where I feel the most comfortable. It's where my bookshelf and record player are. When I have a bad day at school and just read a book and put a record on my turntable. It's a safe haven. I don't self harm anymore so that's my coping mechanism.

I open the door to my house and go to the kitchen. The fridge is pretty empty. All there is inside is some ketchup, half a liter of soda and some celery. I grab the celery and close the fridge door. On the other their side I see a red head old lady with a maids outfit.
"Shit! You scared me. Who are you?" I practically yelled.
"I'm sorry hun, I was just looking for the new owner. You aren't her are you? You seem a little young to be a home owner. I'm Moira by the way," she said.
"Uhmmmm no I'm Rose...hi. Uh I think my mom should be home soon...I think (hope) she went grocery shopping. Do you want something to drink? Like maybe...some soda?" I told her.
"Oh no dear I was just leaving. I'll be back when she's home, nice meeting you...Rose," Moira said.
"Yeah, same for you?" I said back.
She walked out the kitchen door and I grabbed a plate for my celery.
I brought it upstairs along with back pack and plopped on my bed. My phone buzzed, its mom.
Text: Hi Rosie I will be home soon I went food shopping.
Thank God.
I got up and put a record on my turntable. I nodded my head to the music and got my homework out.
Right as I got on my bed I heard a clink from my window. I move the blue curtain and see a boy outside. What?
I open it, "What the hell? I think you have the wrong house dude." I said. He has shaggy dirty blonde hair and was wearing a striped sweater.
"No I don't," he yelled, "I'm Tate."
I looked in my room for my phone and when I looked back out the window he was gone.
Confused, I closed the window and sat back down.
Geez, how many more people are just gonna pop out of nowhere?
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A/N
Hope you like the first chapter. It is pretty long bc I want to start making longer chapters instead of funky dink ones. lol whatever. Love the first season of AHS and became determined to write my own version. Well adios.
Jules