Tate stared out the attic window at the street below. The sun has gone down and the streets were beginning to fill up with excited children running from house to house gathering candy. No one stopped at the MurderHouse. Ever since the Harmens died they have made sure that no one stayed long. Thats fine though, the house has too many ghosts as it is.
Its been 16 years since Violet told Tate to go away, 16 long years. Tears formed in Tate's eyes as he thought about Violet. If he wasnt so stupid he would still have her. If he actually thought before he acted they would be going to the beach right now. They could sit by the fire and watch the waves, maybe they could even kiss. Instead he will spend his Halloween inside the house mourning the first and last relationship he has ever had. All the ghosts in the house already ran off leaving him all alone.
The sound of the doorbell knocked Tate out of his daydreaming. "Who the fuck could that be?", he said as he appeared at the front door. He stayed quiet hoping whoever it was would loose interest. Unfortunately, they didn't.
The doorbell rang over and over again as the person outside grew impatient.
"What do you want?", Tate growled as he threw open the door. His anger was short lived however as shock took over.
"Well, that is no way to talk to your best friend Tate.", said the small girl with short black curly hair as she stepped past Tata and into the house.
"Ava...what are you doing here?", Tate asked shocked. The girl standing before him had not aged in the 33 years that have passed since they last saw each other.
"Well I came to see you. I know I'm a little late for the funeral, but you know what they say, better late than never.", Ava said with a smile as she looked around the room. Not much has changed since she last stood here.
"But, I don't understand." Tate said with shock still painted on his face. Ava frowned slightly, has her friend gotten slower in the past years?
"Tate, sugar what are you so confused about?", she said as she closed the door and took a step towards him. She could see the confusion behind his dark eyes.
"You haven't aged...What are you doing here? How did you know I was here? Wha-" The words fell out of his mouth as he tried to wrap his head around it all. Ava, his best friend- his only friend stood before him. She should be 50 not 17. Did it finally happen? Had he finally loose touch with reality? Ava smiled and stepped closer to him, putting her hand gently on his face. The familiar warmth showed in her golden brown eyes.
"Honey, I'm dead. Don't you remember? You killed me." she said with a hint of sadness.