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Walking the halls of murder house wasn't always the safest thing one could do, especially if you were alive, but considering I was no longer part of the living breathing world I would take my chances. Of course there was always the chance that one of the other ghosts in this place would get bored and decide to slit my throat or rip out my spine, but I'd come back because that was the curse of this place. We were all doomed to exist without actually existing, forever with only our memories and the pain of the past to keep us company.

It had been a few days since my talk with Travis and since then all I did was roam the empty house as a way to avoid thinking about Tate and the complications he brought with him. Surprisingly I had yet to run in to him and I wasn't sure why I wasn't thrilled by that knowledge. I suppose I will always feel this way when it comes to him. I almost wished one of the other ghosts would come out and kill me just so I could get a few minutes of peace without my thoughts constantly going places I did not want them to go.

"Wow, I think this is one of the only times you've graced the rest of the house with your presence. I thought maybe you out of everyone had found a way to off yourself for good." As soon as I heard the voice behind me, I started to regret my almost wish from a moment before. If there was one person I wanted to run in to even less than Tate it was Hayden and I had no doubt in my mind she knew it as well. "If you're looking for your prince of darkness you may want to try the basement. You know, for someone with such a violent past he sure cries like a little bitch. My only guess is that you are the one responsible for that."

Sighing deeply, I turned around to face the redhead who had almost destroyed my parents marriage for good. "I am no mood for your bullshit today Hayden. I am sure whatever you have to say may seem like golden advice, but you forget that I know you and if you mentioned Tate you have some sort of agenda and I am in no way interested which is ironic since I've been told Tate feels the same way when it comes to you. If my ex has one thing it has to be good taste."

I smirked at the look of outrage which flashed across her face. "Say what you want little girl, but we both know I always get what I want and your father is a prime example of that fact."

"Wow, you're gloating over the fact you got a married man to fuck you." I clapped once sarcastically for effect. "Did you forget the fact he dumped your ass after he got what he wanted? You were nothing in life Hayden and in death you are even less. Sure, I may be fucked up and yeah, a dead guy with a list of victims longer than the Salem's Lot is in love with me, but at least I have someone who cares and that is something you can never have. Hell, Travis only used you because he was hurting over a woman twice his age. So are we done now because I may have all the time in the world and yet, I have no time for you or your bullshit."

Hayden opened and closed her mouth few times like a fish gasping for breath before stomping her foot and finally disappearing without having uttered a word. It felt good having shut her up and I would have to remember to do it more often in the future. I had very few pleasures in my non life and I had to take my amusement where I found it. If I didn't have some hobbies then the darkness of this house from hell would take my soul, if it hadn't already that is. I may still love Tate, even if I wouldn't ever admit it, but just because he had my heart, it did not mean I wanted to end up like him because I saw what he could have been had he not been drawn in to the darkness and that's what I wanted to be, not the shadow of Tate this house had created with its violent history and festering hatred.

Still, the conversation with Hayden may have been short and mostly pointless, yet it did bring up a few things I needed to think about. Tate loved me, I knew this and yet sometimes I wish he didn't, but he had told my father as much more than once and I overheard him telling my mother. Wasn't I just as evil as he had been if I kept torturing him about things he could not change? He needed to pay for what he had done, I still believed in that fully and yet I had no idea how I could expect him to make up for things long since done. Maybe Tate wasn't the problem; Maybe it was me. What if the reason I couldn't forgive him wasn't because I hated him, but because I hated myself for not hating him?

Great, now I needed to think which I really had no desire to do and yet there was no stopping it now. With a sigh I turned around and headed to my room. The one good thing about today happened to be the fact I left Hayden the whore speechless. Maybe I would make a plaque and hang it in the living room so every time she wandered in there she would relive my victory all over again. If the darkness of this house had started to consume what remained of my soul, well I didn't mind as long as Hayden could be my victim of choice. I guess being dead did have some perks after all.

TBC...

AN: I am glad that you all enjoyed the first chapter and I am so happy you all want more. This was not intended to be a full blown story, but I am going to make it eight or so chapters. It will revolved around the other ghosts speaking with Violet or Tate about their relationship and some of the ghosts will support it while others won't. If you have a ghost you want to see in the story please leave it in a review or PM.

Please R&R like always!