"The end is inevitable"

Tick tock

Tick tock

I look up at the clock, the seconds turning into unnerving minutes. What was taking so long? And although I should have known by now that having a medium for a mother usually took time, I still became impatient, especially with the current situation.

Tick tock.

I avert my eyes to my cell phone. Re-reading the text message I had gotten last week, almost thinking it was a dream. But it wasn't. It clearly had come from Violet. After she moved away, it was as if she had disappeared from the earth, leaving me with fond memories. It wasn't as if my mother didn't warn her father about the course he was taking, but then again Ben Harmon was never to keen about my mother's profession, and still he knew that me and Violet were inseparable. I had begged her to stay, because I had seen it too. Her fate. Irreversible and unavoidable. I knew then when I had no word from her that she had died in that place, the place they called the Murder House. I had warned her, but then again, she always thought I was silly. But, look at you now I had thought a few days later after receiving her request for help, you remain trapped forever, in a never-ending eternity. So naturally I did what any best friend would do. I told my mother and we bought the house. Simple, yet shocking to an outsider perhaps, but no, not to me. It was just me and mom. Poor daddy who left us (after calling my mother the devil I might add), would miss out on all the fun. I am not afraid. I have seen the darkness. I guess that's why me and Violet loved each other so much.

Tick tock.

"We're here," I hear my mother say and my eyes immediately spring open, viewing life in front of me. My mom is already out of the car while I'm unbuckling my seatbelt. I step out of the car slowly, taking in the some-what Victorian-like structure ahead of me. God I could feel the energy baking off of it.

"You feel that?" I questioned my mom.

Her eyes don't leave the house as she nods,"History wasn't kidding. This place is a pool of despair."

I join her by her side,"Piece of cake."

She finally turns to me and smiles,"Well, shall we?"

I nod and follow her up onto the porch as she opens the door and we enter. God, how I could feel it, and it wasn't inviting. But as soon as I looked around at the building that enclosed me, I fell in love. How sick. Perhaps it was because our furniture was already there and it just enhanced my feelings.

"Such pain," my mother mumbles as she traces her fingers on the walls. I watch her as she closes her eyes and opens them again,"Azura, this place isn't safe. You must be careful. You must avoid the darkness at all costs."

I roll my eyes,"Don't worry mom, I think I can handle it. I'm going to make sure they didn't mess up my room."

I dart up the stairs, my feet somehow knowing where to take me, until I finally found what was suppose to be my sanctuary. Upon entering however, I felt as if the room wasn't mine at all. Maybe it was because I sensed death in here, longing. Relieved that my bed was in the right spot, I jumped onto it, allowing my head to hit the pillow.

I saw a boy

Guns

Blood

I sat up quickly and immediately removed myself from the bed, surveying my surroundings. Whoever he was, he had died here. I turn to face the mirror in front of me and remove my hat. I had always disliked mirrors. It was if they could see my should and could suck me in. But, I had to see myself every now and then. I ruffle my long auburn hair and fix my eyeliner that had smudged with my finger. I always wore too much and my mom said it took away from the pure green of my eyes. I had considered tanning once and then received a smack from Violet for even thinking it. She said Elvira would be mad.

I throw my hat on the floor, feeling a large amount of iciness through my veins.

"I can't believe your actually here."

I turn around to see Violet sitting on my bed, her face still the same as it had been when she left a year ago. But I could tell it was cold and lonely, unlike the Violet I had once known. I wasn't shocked to see her, I had been expecting it, even welcoming it.

"You know I couldn't pass up something like this," I reply, laughing.

She smiles and its somewhat illuminating. She removes herself from the bed and suddenly I'm grabbing her for dear life. She wasn't warm, but she still hugged like Violet.

"Gods, I've missed you. I feared the worst. I knew when I hadn't heard from you something happened and then mom had a major vision about you guys. Then I got your text and that was that."

I let go of her and she tilts her head to look at me,"Yea, my dad kind of owes her an apology then."

"So, I didn't know ghosts had cell phones."

She laughs,"They don't."

I finally comprehend what she means and find myself twirling my hair.

"Mom's downstairs."

"You think she can help us?" Violet asks me and I look at her seriously.

"You know we won't stop until we figure this out. This place, Violet, I feel it. How can you stand it?"

She frowns,"I can't."

"I'm so sorry," I say finally and she eyes me with a look of pure Violet.

"For what? That I'm dead. Its old news. Nothing can be done now."

Before I can respond, I feel a sheet of overwhelming confusion come over me and turn to see a boy standing in the doorway. He was tall and handsome with dirty blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. It was as if his face had been carved from angels, but the energy he gave off was heartbreaking.

"Who is this?" he said flatly and with no amount of emotion.

I looked over to Violet whose face became contorted with great dislike.

"I'm Azura," I said to the boy and he began strolling around the room, throwing glances at me.

"And what are you doing here?"

I folded my arms,"I live here."

He stopped pacing and looked dead at me.

"Is that so?"

"Azura, this is Tate and unfortunately, your going to be stuck with him." Violet said venomously.

I looked from one to the other, the energies from them radiating.

"I take it you two don't like each other?"

"That's an understatement," Violet spat as she glared at him.

Tate ruffles his hair,"That hurts Violet, you use to love me once. I know you still do."

"Your insane, Tate. A psychopath."

I watched as he clenched his fists and made his way back to the door. His eyes finding mine and I felt my spine shiver.

"Good luck here. You'll need it."

And then he was gone. The silence he left behind was insufferable.

I looked back at Violet, tears shining, but they did not pour.

"What was that all about? I asked bewildered.

Violet grabs my hand and looks at me, pleading.

"Azura, whatever you do, stay away from Tate. You have no idea what he's like, what he's done. He's the devil in disguise."

I look at her, my heart racing, feeling myself in some sort of denial.

Why then did I sense good in him?