Murder House

by superguy

Prologue:

TATE

I don't remember much about the time in-between. Not sure there's a technical term for it; the time between being shot and, I guess, my new consciousness. I'm not even sure how long I was out of it. All there is for me is blackness.

Do I remember what I did? Sure. Executing those classmates is one of my fondest memories. I consider them something of a collection. Each one was unique, pristine, the image of perfection according to any angst-ridden teen drama on television. I had to kill them, you know? I was saving them from what they were doomed to become. Because, let's face it, it's all downhill after high school.

I thought it would be the same for me. But then something miraculous happened.

I woke up.

It was all just a dream. It had to be, right? The familiar, sickening faces were all gone, dissolved into a blank mist. But one constant remained: the house.

I was glad for that. Truly, I was. This house is my sanctuary. In the end I never wanted to leave it. Now I don't have to. Maybe, perhaps, it isn't possible for me to. Some would call that heaven.

Except there's a problem.

People have been trying to take over my little piece of heaven. First it was those homos. Now it's a doctor and his family. I would say I want them out forever, but that would be lying.

You see, there are three people I need to keep with me here forever. One is Violet, Dr. Harmon's daughter. The other two aren't even born yet. One of them is my own offspring, whatever form it takes. The other is Dr. Harmon's baby, and I'm saving that one for Hayden. Soon it will all be secure. I know it will.

Because I'm strong. I will keep them here by force if I have to.

Then everyone will be happy.

I know they will be.