WARNING: This story will contain graphic depictions of death, sex, and other triggering subjects. There is mention of rape, but no rape actually takes place in this story. DO NOT READ if any of these things affect you negatively.

This is an old Tate Langdon Fanfiction that I wrote ages ago when I first began watching American Horror Story. Personally I think the first season is the best, but season three is a very close second. All in all I think Evan Peters does an amazing job portraying Tate and his twisted mind. This story is something like four or five years and I made the decision to actually type it up and edit it and make it amazing.

The whole story is finished, but I'm not going to be posting them all at once. At first I will start will one or two chapters a week. In total there will be 17 chapters, so it is a fairly short story. I'm actually hoping to get some feedback on this story unlike my other ones.

So please read and tell me what you think about this story.

CHAPTER ONE

At the moment I wasn't on speaking terms with my parents, which was hard since we were all driving from New York to California together.

"Lily do you need anything before we get back on the road?" My mother asked at one of the rest stops, I just shook my head still not saying anything to them.

"Mary I really think you're going to love this house. It was cheap to buy, but the house is huge and it's in a good neighborhood." My father said to my mother. She didn't respond to him. Like me she wasn't on speaking terms with my father, he did something she wouldn't tell me about. I'm pretty sure she found out that he was cheating on her.

The rest of the car ride, which was something like two or three hours long, was so awkward and quiet. Somehow I managed to sleep that whole time. Finally we were in California, and we pulled up to our new house, which was huge like my father had said. The house was covered in red bricks, with a white brick lining the windows. I could see multiple stain glassed windows. Honestly the house was hauntingly beautiful. Though something about the house sent a deep chill through my body.

My mother and I cautiously followed my father into the house, "Now I talked to the most recent owners, and they said they left a lot of their furniture here. Also they wouldn't tell me how they liked the house." My father said and I noticed the severely dusty furniture.

"Oh god this place is horrendous." My mother said when she saw the dank and dusty furniture.

My father rolled his eyes, "Honey it's not that bad. We just need to clean up the place a little bit, and then it will feel like home." I knew that would never be true, and I could see my mother felt the same way when she sent him a nasty glare.

"Do you like the house Lily?" Now my father was talking to me.

"Um well it is definitely a bit interesting." I directly ignored the fact that I didn't like the place at all and it had a horrible vibe.

We were completely unpacked the next day, and my mother was trying to clean up the dusty furniture when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." I offered heading to the door. I opened it and discovered and older woman with really red hair and one brown eye and one blue eye standing there. She was an odd sight.

"Hello, I'm Moira. I used to be the maid for the previous residents." She said shaking my hand. There was something weird about this woman.

"What do we have here?" I turned to find my father standing behind me eyeing the woman, "I'm John Andrews, the man of the house." He sounded as if he was flirting with this older woman, and I nearly puked in my mouth. I left them in disgust, come on she was old and my dad was hitting on her.

I had chosen a smaller bedroom that had its own bathroom, and my parents chose the master bedroom of course. My room was a pale greenish color, but I liked the color so I didn't mind. My father was making me use the furniture that was already in the room, but it wasn't too bad. There was a nice queen sized bed with matching furniture around the room. I unpacked my clothes hanging some in the closet, and the rest were put in the drawer.

It turned out my parents actually hired Moira to be our maid as well, since she wasn't asking for much pay to work. My mom was colder than ever to my father. They literally never talked and I think she even decided to sleep in a different room. I tried not to let the tension between my parents affect me.

"Hey Lily, I'm going away for a four week business trip. Take care of your mother for me." My father said one morning out of the blue.

"Alright have fun with your secretary." Everyone knew that he was having an affair with her, so I didn't feel bad saying that. He glared at me before he left but I didn't pay any mind to it.

Every time I tried to talk to my mother, she would either tell me to leave her alone or not say anything at all. It was easy to see that the house was making her depressed, which worried me because she wasn't good with coping with her depression. My father has never really noticed how depressed his wife was, but I did.

One morning as I entered the kitchen, I noticed my mother sitting at the counter staring out the window at the gazebo that the man that was here before had built.

"Are you okay Mom?" She didn't reply to me or even acknowledge me. She just continued to stare out the window.

"She won't respond to you." I heard someone say, and I turned to find a girl in her early twenties with long brown hair and bruises on her arm.

How the hell did she get into the house, "Who are you, how did you get in the house?" She could see that she had startled me.

"I'm Hayden. You see that gazebo out there?" She was pointing to it, "The former owner Ben Harmon. Well he buried me under there, and built that shitty thing over me." What the hell is this girl talking about? I looked out at the gazebo and then back to her, but she wasn't there anymore and I noticed that my mother was no longer sitting there as well. Maybe I was just seeing things, because there is no way that Hayden or whoever she is could have come into my house and left that quickly.

The encounter left me a little freaked out. Wait, did that Ben Harmon guy kill her and then get away with it? No I doubt she was even telling the truth. It was probably some neighborhood woman, who just wants to scare us.

I found my mother sitting on the couch, intensely reading a book while Moira cleaned up the room. This house didn't scare me, it just confused me to a point where I thought that I had imagined that conversation with Hayden. Honestly I probably did imagine it. They say when you are feeling lonely, you can start to imagine things that aren't really there. Also I think all the stress from the move was finally getting to me.

As I was walking to my room into my room I thought I saw someone walking into my parents' bedroom, so I followed them. But when I walked into the room I didn't see anyone, though I felt a very heavy presence looming in the room. Shaking off the feeling I just went back to my room.

I had decided to ask Moira if she knew about this Hayden girl.

She was in the kitchen cooking breakfast, "Hey Moira, can I ask you something?"

Moira looked up from the stove and nodded, "Yes Miss, you can ask me anything." She said being all proper, it was something I wasn't really used to.

I sat at the counter, "Okay I may sound crazy. Anyway, did you know a girl named Hayden?"

"Hayden who?"

"Oh sorry I don't have a last name." I was starting to think that I shouldn't have asked her.

There was something about the look Moira was giving me that told me she knew exactly who I was talking about.

"Never mind I think I know who you are talking about. Hayden McClane. She was Ben Harmon's mistress from Boston. She was a student from one of his college classes, and it just so happens he got her pregnant. She came to Los Angela's to tell him that she was keeping the baby and she disappeared after that." This was way too freaky.

"Oh well, if you don't mind, can you tell me about the Harmon's?"

"I can. Ben Harmon was married to Vivien and they had a daughter named Violet, who was 16 when they bought the house, but she is 21 now." She paused to take the food off the stove, "Anyway Ben was a psychiatrist who worked from home, and would see his patients in the study every day. Vivien stayed at home and Violet went to school." She put a plate of food in front of me, "Ben cheated on his wife with Hayden and got her pregnant, and then he found out that Vivien was pregnant as well. Violet was a very depressed girl, she liked to cut and she fell in love with a dead boy. Well Vivien started to see things in the house. Ben, in the end, sent her to a mental institution. Then he and Violet moved back to Boston." Moira finished standing right in from of me.

Holy hell that family was just as messed up as my family is.

"Oh wow." Were the only words to leave my mouth.

"Yes, they claimed the house was the cause of everything."

I pushed my food away from me, not feeling hungry after hearing all of that.

"Are you not hungry?" Moira asked when she noticed me push my plate away.

"No, I'll eat it later." I called to her as I walked to my room.