A/N: So I just got into AHS and oh my word, it's fantastic. Naturally I have to write a story for it. I know there are errors, here's the thing...I write everything on my phone so it doesn't always behave and sometimes no matter how hard I try to fix those errors it hates me and won't let me do it. Fair warning.

Violet was surprised to see the attic stairs down. Hardly anyone ever went up there aside from Tate but he more or stayed in the basement.

"Tate?" She called up the into the attic staring at the wooden beams that crossed up there. With an irritated sigh she climbed up the stairs heavily.

Maybe it was her mother searching for baby things or Chad, it could be Chad. The only person who resided in the attic was Beau but he never left. She wondered if he really understood he was dead.

As Violet grasped onto the wooden banister she stopped in her tracks. Straight ahead of her, staring out the small dirty window was a girl.

Her hair was shoulder length, a lighter brown than her own. The shirt she wore was striped with different colors but it appeared as if it had been a white shirt that had been colored in with marker.

Tattered stone wash jeans and heavy combat looking boots finished her ensemble. She looked out of time but Violet supposed two years since her own death she may appear that way as well.

"What are you doing up here?" Violet asked with the usual edge to her tone.

"Looking out the window." She replied softly as if it were obvious.

"No shit." Violet replied. "Who the hell are you?" She was becoming agitated.

The girl turned her head to glance at her for a minute. She was smirking.

"No need to get your panties twisted princess." She stared flatly resuming her stare out the window. Cautiously Violet made her way over to the girl. She was a ghost, that much was evident, but that didn't mean she wasn't dangerous. Tate had proved that.

She stood next to the girl trying to follow her gaze. The stone wall and gate were visible with a small patch of lawn in sight.

"What are you looking at?" Violet asked curiously. The girl turned her head slowly catching Violets stare. The two girls remained silent unnerving Violet.

"You're Violet Harmon." The girl said. Violet took a step back.

"How do you...?" She stammered out.

"Just because you haven't seen me doesn't mean I haven't been around. That's part of the fun with being a ghost...people can only see you if you want them to whether they're alive or dead." She said returning her gaze back out the window.

"So, I didn't catch your name." Violet said. A hand was abruptly thrust at her face.

"Carrie Elmsley." She said briefly. Violet grasped her hand loosely shaking it quickly. She moved her gaze back out the window where Carrie was staring. "That's where I died." She stated suddenly pointing past the gate to the small bit if lawn right before the sidewalk.

"You died outside the house and it still grabbed you?" She asked amazed. The other girl smirked and nodded her head.

"Yeah. It's still considered property." She said. Violet nodded her own head.

"So are you up here all the time." Violet asked. Carrie shook her head.

"Not always, mostly." She replied softly in her previous tone.

"How come?" Violet asked. There were so many questions she had about this girl. She was obviously hiding but from what?

"Violet?" Tates voice called up the stairs. She looked away from Carrie towards the stairs for a second. When he turned back towards Carrie there was nothing but an empty space.

Tate sprinted up the stairs quickly stopping at the top. He jammed his hands into his pockets smirking at her crookedly. Violet walked over to him with a spring in her step.

"Did you know there's a girl up here?" She asked stopping to stand in front of him.

"A girl?" Tate asked furrowing his brow as if perplexed.

"Yeah she said her name was Carrie, Carrie Elmsley." Violet said. She watched as Tates mouth dropped as he was clearly stunned.

He brought a hand to his eyes rubbing at them in an attempt to stop his eyes from watering over with tears. He couldn't look at her and ask questions. He'd end up a stupid sobbing mess.

"Tate what's wrong?" Violet asked perturbed. One of his mood swings was not on her agenda for the day.

"You saw Carrie?" He asked his voice low in his throat.

"Yeah, so? She was staring out the window. She told me she died outside in the front." Tate nodded her head a few times.

"Yeah she did." He said removing his hand. His eyes were red rimmed and watery.

"Tate who is she? And no bull shit, just tell me." Violet said deciding to lay down the law with him early. She wasn't in the mood for any of his elaborate lies either.

Tate walked over to the window staring out it. Violet stood next to him and waited patiently.

"Carrie and I went to the same school. We had some classes together in freshmen and sophomore year but we kind of just kept to ourselves, never really talked until we were juniors." He began. "There was one day in class these assholes were picking on me. When the teacher came in they played the innocent card and I was the one who ended up in trouble."

"She called the teacher an asshole for it and got suspended. I found her after school and thanked her for helping me out. After that we started talking more and became friends." He continued. He went silent again. Violet shifted her weight slightly.

"My mom hated her with a passion. Carrie saw her smack me a few times, I had to hold her back for her own good." Tate said with a soft smirk lost in his memories. "We'd go and sit on the beach and just sit quietly. Her home was messed up to so it was companionable. She got it. Carrie understood."

"Was she your girlfriend?" Violet asked jealousy creeping into her stomach leaving it knotted.

"She was a girl, she was my friend...I mean we had sex a few times but that was just to figure it out. Other than that we were just friends." Tate said turning his attention to Violet. "We had a deal, if I finished school then she would too. It was the only reason why we went, kind of like a check and balance system."

"Tate, why did she die outside of he house?" Violet asked. Tate stared back out the window.

"We were walking home. She lived a few streets over so my house was just the first one we hit. We said bye, I began walking up the lawn when I heard the screech. She didn't scream or anything, the car it came out of nowhere." Tate swallowed the lump in his throat. "I bolted down the lawn, it's all a blur but I saw the driver of the car. It was a kid from our school, from Westfield."

Violet swallowed hard as the moment of clarity hit her full force. Puzzle pieces were staring to come together.

"I didn't know his name but I knew him from look. Carrie was lying in the road. There wasn't a lot of blood but she was gasping, she probably had internal injuries. I screamed out for the guy to help but he just took off. Hit and run." Tate said with a sigh. "I just kept screaming for help but I knew she didn't have a lot of time so I dragged her onto the lawn."

"Did you know the house would take her?" Violet asked ueasily.

"Not for sure but I was hoping." He said quietly. "I told the police who did it but his family was able to buy him out of it. I didn't tell Carrie I knew who it was, that was when I stopped going to school. She wasn't happy about being stuck in the house but she kept trying to convince me to finish school."

"She kept telling me that I had to get out, that I would buy I knew that that was over. I had to fix the wrongs that had been done. I was the only one who could avenge her. I figured since I was going to take out that asshole at school I'd take out Larry too for what he did to my brother."

"That day she saw me before I went to school, she was yelling at me and swearing. She begged me not to go but I ignored her. She ran out of the house after me but got stuck by the sidewalk. She couldn't follow me. After everything happened I ran home. She was in my room crying, She watched me die." He said with finality.

"Is that why she is hiding? Is she mad at you?" Violet asked. Tate shook his head.

"The last time I saw her was when I killed Patrick and Chad. She told me I had to stop listening to the women in the house and disappeared just like that. I guess she's mad at me." He said with a shrug.

Violet mulled over everything Tate had said. She wasn't entirely sure what to say to him, if there was even anything she could say to him at that point.

He continued to stare out the window just as Carrie had done, deep in thought. "I've heard other people talking to her but I can never see her, she doesn't want me to see her."

"After you killed Chad and Patrick." Violet said as the information continued to sink in. Tate gave a short nod.

"Did she say anything to you about me?" He asked turning his attention to Violet. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. Violet couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

She hated to see Tate miserable, even after everything he had done. He just looked like such a miserable little boy and she knew he really was. She also knew that his smile could light up her own miserable little world.

She brought a hand up to his cheek stroking her finger tips down his jaw to trace it.

"No Tate. She didn't." Violet replied. Tate shut his eyes leaning into her touch. It wasn't often that he received attention from Violet. He was going to savor it. "She didn't seem mad either...she was just staring out the window."

Violet allowed her gaze to wander out the window to the front lawn.

"If you see her again Violet, would you tell her I'm sorry. And tell her that I'd like to see her sometime, you know to hang out." He said as if they were normal kids leading mundane lives.

"Sure." She said feeling the other girls presence around her but more do her resolve not to let Tate see her.