Chapter 1-

The new girl had just moved in.. Jayde. Jayde was everything I wanted in a friend, yet she couldn't even meet her, say hi to her, or interact with her

I am goddamn dead.

I "haunted" the house, unable to ever leave the filthy world we all live in, and I am stuck with so many other ghosts of the people who had died in the house

"Tate." I thought quietly, I was stuck with Tate Langdon forever, and ever, and he was stuck with me. Today was a special day, I assumed, since everyone was taking advantage of the fact that Jayde's family was gone. I wished Jayde had stayed so I could tell her everything, make her stay, maybe even convince her to die and stay with us forever, but my parents kept her from doing otherwise by letting me spend her days in the attic instead of what I used to do; play with Margaret and Angela, or silently watching Jayde jam out to the same music I like, in the same room we share, and the same thoughts we both know.

Streamers, pink, blue, red, everywhere. Balloons, tablecloths, everything ready for a girly-girl party. "Today is the day Margaret and Angela died." Tate read my thoughts as he sunk in behind her. I tossed him a look, deciding wether or not to reply. "And they fucking celebrate their death? How their happy life was torn to shreds in a fire? thats celebrated?" Tate nodded, not questioning why I even cared. I wished he would care about me.

VIOLET, SHUT UP, You hate him with a burning passion, but yet I still love him, but i'd never let him know.

I walked away from Tate, running up the stairs to the room I quietly shared with Jayde. Band posters hung on the walls, some crawling on to the black ceiling that contrasted with the light blue walls that I yearned for so much. Jayde's room was perfect, maybe a little dark, but perfect. I turned around and ran my fingertips over the covers of her bed. I sometimes would sit down and fall asleep her when Jayde was at school and her parents were doing whatever, too busy to check their daughter's room. Sometimes when I wake up I swear I see a flash of Tate's golden hair before I get up to retreat to the basement or the attic to sit and watch and think.

I walked back downstairs, realizing the time I spent in Jayde's room was not 5 minutes, but almost a hour and everyone was waiting on me. I wasn't special, I didn't deserve their time, but I didn't reject it when I was offered some cookies we had "borrowed" from the fridge of Jayde's family. I gnawed on it as my mother came up to me, holding her baby, and my brother. The other baby, the other twin, my parents got rid of, knowing that it wasn't my father's. Tate was not devastated. He understood, he raped her, she would probably get rid of the baby if she ever found out. The feeling between my family and Tate is mutual, my mother and father hate Tate, and Tate doesn't give two fucks about it.

As we eat and chat, the time passes and Chad mentions how it's 4:00 and he overhead the new house owners would be back at around 5:00. Cleanup started after everyone finished their drinks as we all realized if we got caught it would be the end of it all and everything was thrown temporarily into the basement and all house objects placed in their perfect spots. Tate helped a little, but mostly held back and watched, talking to nobody and standing dead-like frozen, and I shot him a look, old thoughts crumbling in my brain.

I pushed any thoughts of the rapist and murderer aside and curled into a ball on the couch. My father approached me and stroked my hair. "Why don't you interact with us anymore? You don't play with Margaret and Angela anymore and you never leave the attic since the new family came in." I silenced my breathing and my thoughts and numbed out. How do I tell my Dad this, that I regret staying here with them and being dead, when its all we have left is each other, our lives, and this house? "Jayde, thats why. Her life is perfect. Her room, her parents, just everything about her is perfect and I want her to be my friend, to interact with me, but it'll never happen. Thats the problem Dad." My voice shrunk into a whisper and then silence as I stood up and marched to the attic, where Beau was sitting on the floor skimming through the old magazines I uncovered, probably just staring at pictures, words meaningless to him.

I nodded at him and sat on what was my bed, where Beau usually was but never slept or stayed on much, because he didn't mind taking the floor. I still cannot believe after all he went through that he is nice and warm-hearted towards anyone he meets. Just as I settle in, I hear the door open distantly like clockwork. Jayde and her family walk in very silently, unusual to their loud stance.

"Jayde Violet Peters, you cannot just walk away from us. WE ARE TALKING TO YOU!" He parents raised their voices to her as she stomped up the stairs and I heard a door slam and quiet throughout the house. Jayde must be in trouble, but she seems so much like a angel it surprises me that she would do something remotely indecent. The quiet did not last long as Jayde's music echoed through her room and the whole house. I thought about her name, its gorgeousness of not just her name but her life and freedom as I heard the music playing, the familiar chords soothing my ears;

"And if you don't know, now you know.

I'm taking back the crown, I'm all dressed up and naked,

I see whats mine and take it,

Finders keepers, losers weepers"

I always loved that song, yet another thing we had in common which added to the ever-growing list. I heard a slight knock, and swished to Jayde's room and peered from the inside of her room as her mother opened the door and Jayde dimmed the music. Whenever I was around, I always swore Jayde knew, she looked pale and shaken up whenever i entered. I tried to watch from afar, not getting too close. "Mom, I don't like this house. Its so creepy, so many people died in it. I swear I always feel like someone is watching us, I feel it now too." she whispered silently. So thats what this is about, she hates this house too. Her mother sighing. "I'm not the biggest fan. but its all we can afford, so be grateful. It's probably all just in your head." A silent voice in both their heads allowed her mom to close the door. Jayde didn't like this house because of the bad aura from the past. Her phone rang out a ding, and Jayde checked it, a unread message from two hours ago popped up and I read it to myself, it was saying to clean the attic and they want to use it as a storage place, the other reminding her again to please clean it. The attic was a clear sign of life within the house and being up there you could see how clean it was, obviously tidied up.

I zipped to the attic with a woosh. Beau was playing yet again with that little red ball. "Beau, Jayde will be coming up here, go to the basement with your ball and hide there, ok?" I bent down to him and he shook his head and disappeared. It was 7:00 on a Friday night, and Jayde was obviously going nowhere due to her outburst.. I heard a clank as Jayde walked up and I disappeared. The light was shut off, but Jayde turned it on and looked around at the dustiness of everything. "I feel you here. Here mostly. I know theres ghosts here, and probably a lot. Please don't hurt me, I'm scared enough already. Please, give me a sign if you won't hurt me." Jayde said wearily, knowing she was playing with a fire flame that wasn't dying out anytime soon, and I liked this game. I looked around the room and knocked over a vintage magazine we didn't clean up. Jayde sighed in relief, believing me and putting trust in me. I liked this game too much to be real. "Do you have a name? I-i'd Like to know." I looked over to where I saw Beau last, not knowing where he was right now, and i grabbed the drawing pad I had uncovered a day ago and wrote down my name, adding a little more information about my life. I said my name, age, and nothing else to be safe with myself.

A voice startled me, Tate's voice. "Violet just show yourself, I'll do it too if you prefer." Jayde jumped up and gathered her footing, my brow furrowing at Tate's nature of being a asshole. "Tate, no, I don't want to her scare her off or scare her into anything..." I replied. "I'll just do it unless you do it. Do you want her first meetup to be with a rapist and murderer?" He said, the smirk clearly in his voice. I sighed touching Jayde's shoulder and she turned around and jumped from her position, seeing nothing until I appeared, smiling a sheepish smile. (A/N: I'm not 100% knowledgable about how the ghosts work so some stuff might be fabricated). "Hello, I-i'm Violet."