Just a little something I came up with; want some criticism on this so please read and review and let me know if it's a story worth continuing. :)

Tate POV

It's been three years since Violet sent me away

Every day I bellow in the darkness, slowly it overtakes my thoughts. I hear voices in my head, sometimes they told me to kill people just to relieve the pain I feel inside. My anger has gotten worse... I constantly feel at rage. I haven't spoken to anyone since I was sent away, even my mother. The lose of the one thing I truly loved was ripped away from me. I never thought this was what I would become... A Monster. I guess I deserved what happened after all the crimes I committed in the past

"Constance... That so called mother she always claimed to be..." I said aloud into the darkness of this muggy basement. "she brought me to this fate."

She's the reason why I'm in this mess after all; her obsession with this house drove her mad I think, the house eventually took over my mind as well... I'm not sure, but even now in my death I still resent her for what has happened to our family. The times when I was alive I knew something was overtaking me. Never before had I these destructive thoughts until I stepped foot into the house. It's like it had a will of its own something deep and hidden that even I wasn't allowed to know. It took over all my thoughts and whispered dark things in my ears at night. My mother just stood by as everything fell apart, her marriage, the loss of the house, being stranded with three children to tend... Not to mention two with "special needs." And then there was me; she didn't believe me when I told her my thoughts and merely threw drunken fits and locked me away

My father was no hero either; up and left with the maid... Blah blah.
Excuses.

My life was all fucked up I guess... I didn't see anything I did as 'wrong' I never thought twice about killing all those people... But In the end I let the darkness overtake me and possess my soul just as it did my mother I think.., I don't know...

After all,
It was this rotten filthy cursed house I now have to live in for eternity... And nothing but a rotten obsession she holds onto of a perfect son... Ha perfect... And completely insane.

It's like when I died part of my soul was ripped away and possessed by the darkness of the house... I don't remember killing sometimes... I was often told to by the voices in my head. I swear it was the house that has taken over me.

It wasn't until I met Violet that I felt it all change. Like I became sane if you will. There's this everlasting feeling of warmth that pulses withine when I'm near her.

She was my only light, I was able to overcome the darkness when I was around her. Violet Harmon... What a beautiful name...

Sometimes I wish I never met her; our story is really tragic. Two lovers destined to meet, torn apart by evil.

Every time I'm around her I feel myself; the real me surface and everything is okay...;

Suddenly snapping out of my deep thought I heard a huge crash coming from upstairs. I'd been hiding out in the basement for three years never really paying attention to anything else but reminiscing the past and mourning the death of his first true love.

But today I couldn't help but be distracted. What could all the racket be? Murder house may have been haunted and swarming with lost spirits, but it was never one known to be livid and loud.

My curiosity won;

Like nothing i materialized myself into our room. I mean, her room. She looked as if she just jolted awake from her slumber too, she must have heard it as well.

Wow... I can't believe how long it's been since I gaze upon her beautiful face. Hazel eyes shining, beautiful honey locks flowing around her face, those lips...

My eyes watered.

She couldn't see me though... I didn't have the balls to show myself. She'd just send me away again and again like she had the first few months of our separation I tried so hard to get her to forgive me. Failure being my only option.

"What the fuck" she muttered, clearly still groggy.

The racket came again only louder this time. I popped over to the window and stated into what looked like a construction site outside the window.

New owners I presume?
Usually once a month people come and go like it's nothing. The Harmon family; well mostly Ben and Vivian scared most homeowners off, not wanting them to succumb to the houses will like they once had.

I would sometimes come to Ben and speak to him... I know he and his wife had forgiven me long ago. They found solace in death and became a stronger couple because of it. Now I'm not saying it was right... What happened but in the end what's done is done.

Before I knew it I was snapped out of my distracted gaze and was now accompanied by Violet standing next to me so close, touching technically but not really... I was invisible.

My breath hitched and I froze in place. I could smell her sweet aroma fill my nose as she leaned closer to the window peering out right next to me.

I shuddered and closed my eyes.

Why hadn't I thought of this before?
Coming her and lurking around her being? The heartache would come back though...

I felt my eyes water again. God damn it! Why can't I let you go Vi?

Violet POV

"What the fuck" I shouted. I heard a huge amount of ruckus coming from out front.

I got up out of my little cocoon I had wrapped myself in; and made my way to the window. I felt a presence in the room... A sudden energy flash into my arm. It was almost as if someone was standing right there with me. I was suddenly warm and had butterflies in my stomach

I instantly thought of him...

Tate.

My eyes stare blankly for a second and then away from the window again.

New homeowners I guess were replacing some landscape out in the back. Little did they know 6ft under we're corpses scattered about. Each person that died here is now stuck here because their bodies were never properly put to rest in a designated place... They are stuck here forever in this cursed house. I shrugged. Throughout these three years I kept myself locked away though, I didn't care about anything I just wanted to rot. Tate tried everyday since the day I sent him away to get me back... But I just can't let it go... What he has done is so wrong. Wrong!

I denied him futilely; "GO AWAY!" I'd scream into the air forcing any previous souls to leave the room immediately.

Three years I thought almost in awe as I remembered those days I spent every night crying.

I still think of him... Even after all that has happened; and little things remind me of him. I am still in love. After all; I died in love. I admit it... But I still can't forgive him for what he's done.

It's like Jekyll and Hyde with him and I can't believe I was trapped by his lies and deceit! It was all a trick since the beginning! He never really loved me!

I squeezed my eyes shut as dark and heavy thoughts began to crowd my mind. Tears slowly fell from my sockets and I screamed. "GO AWaY!"

I wasn't ready to face him. Not yet...

And just like that; I felt the presence leave. I sighed as tears still flowed down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry..."

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Hmmmm? Idk what do you think? Should I continue? Anyway hope you enjoyed this little Drabble so far! :)