September 1, 2014

-Tate's P.O.V-

Another family is moving in. Moira told me. She hasn't stopped cleaning since the real estate lady told her. Moira is the only one who gets to talk to live people. They all think she's the house keeper, alive and well. Everyone is saying we'll have to scare them out. Especially since they have a young girl, Violet's age, with them.

Why don't you make friends, hm? Maybe she'll love you like Violet did...

I buried my head in my knees, willing the voice to go away. No one could love me like Violet. No one could amount to Violet. And anyway, this girl was probably the same as every other L.A 16 year old. Stuck up, selfish, rich.

Just like the ones you shot? Maybe you could do this one a favor...smother her...

I let a small yell escape my lips. I was frustrated. I was pissed. I hated listening to the voice, but it was always there. I tried to kill it one time, I was banging my head against the basement wall. Nora stopped me. She always been kind like that.

Kind...by putting a bullet in her husband's head? Interesting...

"Nora's a nice lady!" I screamed. She appeared in front of me. With a distasteful glance, she sat on the grimy steps of the basement.

"Oh, Tate. Is it bothering you again?" She fretted over me.

"It always bothers me." I whispered. "A new family is moving in." My eyes lifted to hers.

She nodded sadly and folded her hands in her lap. Nora came from wealth when she was alive, the fine breeding didn't leave her, even in death.

"Yes I believe there is. Not much of a family if you ask me. No father, just a girl and her mother. They shouldn't be too hard to scare out. It's always easier when women are involved." She offered me a reassuring smile, but I just slumped against the wall.

"Are you hoping she will be like Violet, Tate? She won't. No one will be like Violet. Not for you, child. We must get her out of this place...she can't die here." She reached inside her pocket and pulled a sqaure of linen from it. With a finger she lifted my chin and dabbed at my eyes. "There. You are far too handsome to shed tears. Where's the spunky Tate that I know, hm?"

"He died." I laughed internally at my own joke. Nora frowned at me.

"Perhaps he will arise again, in time." She kissed my forehead and disappeared. For once, the voice didn't taunt me. Nora always had that effect. My real mother, on the other hand, did the exact fucking opposite. I had no doubt she would be snooping around as soon as the new family got settled in. If I had to scare them away. I would scare her away, too.

September 10, 2014

-Tate's P.O.V-

The moving vans pulled up at dawn. We all watched, invisible, from the windows. Men were hauling boxes in and out of the house. We still hadn't set eyes on the new family, though. Moira was everywhere. Muttering about what pigs we were while telling the moving men where to put the boxes. I scoffed. As if she knew these people. At around noon, a small, powder blue car pulled into the driveway. The older woman, I'd say in her 40's thanked the men as they left. The girl, looking sullen, dragged her feet inside the house. We all hid somewhere, which was stupid. They couldn't see us if we didn't want them too.

"Would you just look at this house, Lily? It's brilliant! It's my dream home, in the flesh." The woman's voice was femenine, but husky. I floated down into the living room to get a better view of the pair. The older woman was tall, lean, tan. She had long, dark hair past her ass and striking green eyes. Her finger nails were long and sharp. I noticed that.

Maybe she's a killer like you.

I bit my lip until it bled. The voice wanted me to scream, so they would hear me, so they would leave. I didn't want them to leave yet. My eyes found the girl, Lily, she called her. Lily was tall, too. Willowy, she reminded me of a tall flower that swayed in the wind. She wasn't taller than me, though. Her hair was dark, too. Except it was a dark red, and it was only to the middle of her back. She had a smattering of light freckles across her nose. It was weird. Because her skin was dark. Her eyes were almost yellow. She was the strangest person I'd ever seen. Which is saying something, you know. Because I fucking kill people, so nothing really strikes me as strange. Lily seemed pissed that she was here. She didn't seem like a brat though.

"Mama, this house is haunted." She said bluntly. I froze.

"Of course it's haunted, Lily. Why should that bother you? Maybe you'll make new friends. Now, go find your room. They should have moved your boxes up there." The woman with the long fingernails pointed up the stairs. These people were fucking nuts, I thought. I wondered how everyone else felt about them knowing it was haunted. This would make it a whole lot harder to 'scare them out.' I grinned like a ghoul. Maybe I could scare Lily.

I found her in Violet's old room, staring at the chalk board.

"So you wrote this, then." She said. At first, I thought she was talking to herself. But she turned her yellow eyes on me. I froze.

"Yeah, I wrote it." I replied. I leaned on the door frame, smirking at her.

"Who was it for?"

"Isn't that a little personal, Lily?"

"You were going to try to scare me, weren't you? I wouldn't say that's a good idea."

My smirk faltered. I moved closer to her, my eyes only inches away from hers.

"Why are your eyes yellow?" I asked.

"Same reason your's are brown." She countered. She stared at me, challenge in her eyes.

I moved a strand of red hair behind her ears and gave her a grin.

"You'll be seeing more of me, Lily." I murmured. Her eyes flickered for only a second, but she recovered.

"I'm sure I will." I noticed that her lips were full, and soft. I winked at her, and then disappeared. Right in front of her.

poof.