Hi! This is just an authors note, real quick. This fanfic is to be published in several chapters, I swear. Now, if anybody is actually reading this, I am truly grateful.

Writing is a personal ambition of mine, and it helps me take out my frustrations and feelings to something else than just.. feeling bad.

So, anyway - This fanfiction is about Tate Langdon (okay, I know that there's alot of these, but It won't be filled of clichés, I somewhat promise) & a new family moving in to the infamous Murder House. Thanks for sticking through this note, it must've been dreadfull. Anyhow, let's start!
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Catherine's POV.

She knew exactly how this was going to be - she'd done it several times before. A new town, a new start - anything to feel a relief upon her mother and father's minds.

They hardly ever asked her how she was feeling anymore, feeling incapable of doing anything at all. She refused seeing a therapist, or anything like that. Pills was out of the questions, and she'd made that clear a long time ago.

Catherine's mind was set on that this wasn't what she wanted at all, 'nor would it help her own situation, rather than her parents.

With a deep breath, she embraced the view from the small car window, and got ready to jump out of the vehicle. As soon as the car stopped, Catherine was first to slam the door open, and shut it quickly after exiting the car.

With her parents focusing on their own busisness outside the house, she carefully unlocked the front door with her own set of keys that they picked up about two weeks ago. The first time they viewed the house with this halfshooked real estate agent, she secretly wondered if this actually could be a better place than the previous ones.

Without a single doubt, Catherine opened the door and walked in as they'd been living there for ages. The floorboards squeaked as the bottom of her flats hit the floor again and again.

Whilst walking towards the stairs, she felt like she was being watched. Maybe this was just small paranoia, due to the recent events - even though that was part of the house that made it much more exciting for her.

Her room was already decorated, since they started moving in furniture last week - but now they were actually moving in for real.

Catherine quickly found herself in the space that currently was her room. Presumably not for long, but still. The room was quite dark, but there was some open space. A king-sized bed was put up against one of the larger windows, and two nightstands stood on the opposite of both ends.

A rug was placed in the center of the room, and a medium-sized dresser was placed by one of the other windows.

Due to her lack of interest for the decoration of her current lair for the moment, Catherine threw her fragile body onto the bed, and laid herself with her back facing upwards.

"Catherine!" - a rather loud calling heard, and with a loud grunt, she responded.

"What is it?!"

Footsteps could be heard a bit outside her door, and soonly the floorboards would squeak louder and louder.

Not really much to a surprise, her father walked in, with a neutral facial expression. "You know that we're doing this for your own good, honey?" he asked, with a more harsh tone than comforting.

"Oh, really? Because I was doing just fine before, and I could manage without all the moving around every single time something new opened up on the market" she snapped, as she sat up on the bed, with her body in a relaxed position - hands propping her up on the side of the bed, legs dangling only a few inches over the old rug, and her fair long hair hanging down over her shoulders.

Her father didn't change his expression, but only nodded. "I'd like you to try in school this time. Get some new friends, invite them over"

Catherine just smiled ironically. "Sure, where should we have our tea parties? We might aswell build a dozen gazebos in the garden" Catherine spoke with a ironic and a voice sweet as sugar. "Get the fuck out" she later added after receiving a bitter look from her father.

"We met a few neighbors on the front lawn. They're a bit odd, but the old woman has a son about your age. You should try going downstairs to introduce yourself" he spoke quietly secounds before he left the room.