When I found out we were moving, I flipped. That was until I saw the house. It was an old Victorian house. It was creepy too.
When we walked in Marcy started talking, and the dog started to bark. Of course I had to go check. She was barking at the basement door. At first the door wouldn't budge. Then after a few tries I got it to open.
As I walked down the steps I expected to find someone or something. There was nothing. When I walked back up to where Marcy and my parents were, they were talking about the history of the house. The past owners of the house, died. I asked where and Marcy's response was the basement. That would explain the weird encounter in the I heard her answer I knew that was the deal breaker. My mother was hesitant, but I wanted the house. How cool is it to live in The Murder House?It was a great thought in my head at the time.
The next day I had to go to school…ughhh. I walked onto the schools' property, smoking. A girl (probably a stuck up two-faced bitch) walked up to me. She yelled at me for smoking. She said something about her grandmother dying from smoking.
She tried to make me eat the cigarette, that's when I spit in her face. When I ran from her she was screaming…she was officially pissed off.
I was in my room when I heard my mom scream from the attic. I ran up to find a full body latex body suit. She made me go downstairs. I don't know why though. It wasn't like I was ten.
I was in the bathroom…cutting when one of my father's patience (I guess) walked in. He told me I should cut vertically. He also said I should lock the door if I was trying to kill myself.
The next day when my dad had a session, I was eavesdropping. Tate, his patient said he met someone. After his session he was in my room. We talked about our cuts, West Field, my parents, and my dead baby sibling.
My father walking in and told Tate he needed to leave and that I wasn't allowed to talk to him.
I wanted that bitch face out of my life but I didn't know what to do, I went to the only person that could help me, Tate. I didn't want to kill her or anything so we decided to just scare her. We had a plan all set out.
Step 1: Convince her I had coke that she could get
Step 2: Get her to come to my house
Step 3: Bring her downstairs
Step 4: Bring in Tate
I didn't know what Tate was going to do but I had a feeling I did not want to know.
When she got there, we went to the basement. Tate told me to get the lights, so I did. Once I turned them off I regretted ever listening to him.
I saw something it was horrifying. It was all bloody and had barley any hair. Tate was behind me for some of it. Once she said mommy she had three huge cuts on her face.
I didn't know what to do. I rushed to turn the lights on. When they were back on Tate was in the chair and the only person on the floor was her. She then ran out, I was definitely not getting bullied by her again. All i heard when i was running up the stairs was Tate yelling "I thought you weren't afraid of anything?"