Tate Langdon was your typical seventeen year old boy, except for the fact that he was dead. He was damned to walk around the halls of the appropriately named Murder House in Los Angeles; the house was home to more than a dozen spirits, two of which Tate himself killed. Chad and Patrick were the owners of the house in the early 2000s. Tate beat Patrick up senselessly before shoving a blunt object up his rear end; with Chad, however, Tate was much nicer—if you count taking Chad's hand, with the gun, and pulling the trigger into his own heart nice.
To say that Tate had anger issues would be an understatement. But Tate's story has only just begun; after all, he does have eternity.
It all started a year after Chad found out that he was now trapped in a house with the man he loved, but whom despised him. Patrick was fighting with Tate; you know, typical guys fighting about how one stuck a poker up the other's ass, normal things. Chad walked in on them while Patrick was confessing his plan of leaving Chad in between each kick to Tate's torso.
Chad was angry at everything, and yet nothing at the same time. Yes, Tate killed him and the guy who he loved, but forever was terribly long time to stay angry at someone. Plus, Chad was brought up to forgive others. So the day Tate cornered Chad in the kitchen, Chad didn't even try and avoid him; he continued to stare at his brand new laptop while Tate started talking. "Look, Chad, I wanted to tell you that I do apologize for what I did to you. It must suck having to live in a house where you have to avoid someone you love and have no chance of finding someone else…"
Chad's eyes darted up from the screen. "Since when do you care about what you did to me? And, I'll have you know it's not impossible to find love, my dear boy. There's this thing called the 'internet'."
Tate walked around and stood behind his shoulder, looking at a site called Tumblr. "What is this?" he asked, looking at a page with a bunch of pictures including one where Chad was at the beach.
"It's my blog. I paid that wicked witch of a mother you have to buy this laptop for me. I just despise not being able to keep up with my celebrity gossip. Anyway, this is a site that you can write about anything you want and find people with similar interests. Instead of having 'friends' you have 'followers'."
Tate seemed intrigued by the idea. "Do you think you could teach me how to use it?"
Chad nodded. "Sure. It's really simple. It will keep you out of trouble, too. I find it quite addicting myself. I can be whoever I want. Of course, I still choose to be my fabulous self, but it's really fascinating."
Tate nodded. It would be nice to know what goes on out there; he gazed out the window at a couple people walking outside the house's confines. And I am rather lonely…
Chad closed the laptop and started to leave. "I'll let you have Patrick's laptop. I bought it for him but he never took it out of the box. We'll start technology 101 tomorrow, old man," Chad chuckled at the idea of a seventeen year old boy needing help, but he had to remind himself Tate died before computers became such a big deal. He often wondered what Tate would've looked like grown up, and not corrupted by his bitchy mother. Chad could've seen himself attracted to him; even with the evil inside Tate, he had to admit he was quite easy on the eyes.
Tate thanked Chad before he left with his laptop under one arm and a cup of coffee in the other. He walked over and stood next to the window; he wondered what life was like outside of the walls. It had been years since he could leave and even though he thought the world was a goddamn helpless world, he missed it. He missed reading, and he wasn't about to talk to his mom long enough to ask her to do a favor for him. He liked the idea of learning about the internet and communicating with people all over the world; he smiled at the possibilities that were before him now.