Tate and Hailey are mad that the family is happy and together as ghosts. Neither is with their person.

Violet remembers Tate for the guy she knew. The boyfriend she loved before she found out he was dead, before everything. Then she remembers the lies. How he never told her he was dead, how he raped her mother, how he killed all those people and would easily do it again but this time under the pretenses of loving her. She had to keep herself in constant check to make sure she never wavered back to him and his flashy kindness.

After a year of no new home visitors and nothing to do it was Halloween once again. Violet rushed out to the corner store for some Halloween goodies missing their taste, even the candy corn. If she ran into Chloe they'd end up dancing the whole night away again, but she was okay with that.

As always when she forgot to block him, Tate was tempted to follow her. The way her hair flowed as she ran down the street filled Tate's heart with joy even though he knew she'd never forgive him and she'd never forget. Despite knowing this he still had to try. He took a deep breath and went out the side.

As always they were there. Waiting for him.

"Ahh, decided to come out and play this year. What no girlfriend this time?"

"No."

*gurgle glub glub*

Disgust flashed across his mind and then he re-focused himself on the task at hand. He focused on getting through this for her. It was all for her.

He turned slowly to the sloshing sound "No, Amir. I'm not going to run."

"So what are you going to do?" came Stephanie's sarcasm.

"I'd like to talk."

Astonished gasps and sounds of disbelief echoed around the patio.

Tate tramped over to the edge of the open garage, they parted for him like water, and sat on the brick wall.

"So what do you want to know?"

"The same god damn question everyone in this town wants answered! WHY! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO US?"

"Shhh. Calm down. I'm doing what you want." He paused for a moment to let everyone collect their bearings and then continued.

"I don't really know why I did it. Maybe it was for her, maybe because I wanted to ruin my mother's perfect picture of the abdominal family she destroyed, or maybe it's just because I'm psychotic." The word psychotic echoed around his head like a bullet trapped in a metal cage as if it were Mr. Harmon saying it, not him.

"Whatever the reason, this is the best I can give you. Do you wish to know more?"

"Hell yes I want to know more."

Ah Chloe, the first thing she said that wasn't a huff or a sob and it hit the heart of the interrogation. He'd been hoping to build up to it with the facades of the past, the buildup, the after, but no. She wanted the moment, she wanted the best first, she wanted the second-hand experience of your glory.

NO! not glory. Shame. Shame. He should feel shame. He swore to stab himself once this was over.

"You really want to know what it was like?" His voice rose in anger at the memory of the freedom he felt that day. "What I was thinking, what I was feeling as I took every shot." His brain wept at the thought of having to relive the temptation and his gaze quivered, but his face remained dry and determined. "You want me to tell you what it was like to kill you."

Silence hung in the air; punctuated only by the shrieks of delight as children received their Halloween treats.

After a second of silence that contained an infinity, a small "yes" was heard.

"Okay."