A/N: I've only seen Season One, so yep. Season one, bet you guessed whom of which this was for, correct, it's for Tate. Can I help it? Not a chance, I'm a hormonal teenage girl who is a bit crazy and likes people that are like her, in other words, also crazy. So Yep.

Disclaimer: I don't own, claim to own, or want to own American Horror Story. It's a bit crazy. Please, read the story, if you don't enjoy it feel free to use that 'X' up in the upper right hand corner, can't miss it.

There are some things in life that humans will never understand. Like, why the sky is blue, if there really is anything out in other parts of the universe -living that is. And to humans, everything in life must be explainable, must make sense to the human mind, must be rational. When there are things that they can't understand, well, it drives them over the edge, an edge they should never fall from. The edge, of sanity.

Ghosts and spirits, that isn't rational, it doesn't make sense. How could someone possibly come back from the afterlife, to 'haunt' us as we say, why would they even do it? Some don't have choices, they are literally bound to the place in which they had died, never to escape. The 'Murder House', was one of those places.

The Murder House, abandoned at the end of a street full of people who were afraid of it. All of them terrified of the house with gates at the front keeping people out, its untrimmed grass, the stained glass windows, the foundation, overall they were just plain scared o what was inside the most. Everyone who ever lived in the house had either died, or escaped to never return. Funny how the pretty 20's home was placed with a curse, everyone that ever died there, that ever will die there, is doomed to be trapped for an eternity.

Most ghosts of the house, were friendly, but some were downright evil. That was why, the friendliest ghosts, always tried to scare away the people that came to live there, showing themselves and killing each other. They all stood, starring out the window, watching, waiting, and hoping. None of them waned what had happened to them to happen to the others, but some people are stubborn, one day, they would find someone who was to reluctant and to unwilling to leave the place like countless others they had scarred off.

That day, was today.

As they stared out of the windows, they watched off down the road, a van turned onto the street followed by a small u-hall truck. The golden ford continued rolling, until it reached the infamous 'Murder House'. The passenger quickly jumped out, opening the gates of the crickety old place with an unsure look placed upon her face. She walked past the gates, allowing the van and truck to pull up into the driveway before shutting the fence and walking over to the van.

"So what do you think of the house, Jacklen?" Asked the driver of the van, another female, much older than her, jumpping out of the van. The unsure teen looked to the home, starring trough the window, feeling as if she was being watched. She looked over to the female, deep frown on her face as she met the grin her mother was giving her. Her head shook quickly as she turned in a circle.

"...You say I don't care about you're feelings," She says randomly, the topic was sure to lead up to her opinion though, when the girl spoke it always seemed to. "Well I don't, I hate you, and I hate this house. But you don't care, do you?" The young woman rolled her pale green eyes before walking over to the golden van's trunk, avoiding the look on her mothers face as she opened it, yanking out her bag a trudging inside. Her mother starred after her, face twisting into hurt, pain, and anger as she turned to the U-hall truck where the male driver slid out walking over to her with a slight smile.

"What was that all about, Hanna?" He snakes his arms around her waist, girnning down at her. She shook her head starring at it before turning to him and placing a kiss on his cheek.

"She's probably just upset about moving, she'll get over it." She walked off.

Inside the home, the angry daughter of the family stalked to the stairs, she looked up at them and to the balcony above, with a sigh she ascended the stairs. Once up, her light colored green eyes traveled down the long hall, and she ran a hand through her black hair silently, scanning the doors. She made a hesitant step forward before hurrying her pace, looking for a room to occupy. Her pale hand moved out to the nearest door on the right, she turned the handle, opening it. Inside was a white master bedroom, a queen sized bed, some candles, and a mantel off in the corner, she groaned shaking her head before moving onto the next room.

"I like her," echoed up the stairs, loud enough for her to here, she turned back to the stairs rushing to the balcony and looking down. "let's keep her." The voice sounded, but there was no one at the bottom of the stairs. The girl rolls her eyes before turning backk to the door she had cracked open, she was sure someone was just trying to scare her. So she just continued on, opening the door to find a smaller, dark violet room. There was a one person bed, window seat, dressers, a chalk board, it looked like a teens room, so she threw her bag down before turning to walk out, once again feeling eyes on her.

"Jacklen, did you pick a room?" A female voice called up to her from the bottom of her stairs. The girl walked down the stairs, and past her mom, out to the van acting like she didn't notice her mother, who watched after her, saddened. Her moms hazel eyes moved away with tears as she looked up the stairs and went to find the master beroom. Jacklen continued outside to the van, pulling her black tank top down over her shorts, sopping at it and pulling out a bag. She moves out of the trunk area, turning around. She jumps, startled, as her eyes land on a blonde male with dark eyes. He smiles, a bit sympathetically.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," He began, scratching the back of his head and pulling down on his red and blue striped shirt. "I'm Tate, your next door neighbor."

Dezrae2011: I was gonna add more, but I decided against it.

Violet: Why would you stop at Tate?

Dezrae2011: *grins cheekily* Why not?

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