CHAPTER TWELVE

The next week Tate spent introducing me to the spirit world, which was a lot like the human world. The only difference was that I was forever stuck in this house, thanks to that man that was supposed to be my father. A real father would never kill his daughter the way he killed me. I absolutely loathed that man. Often I spent the day fantasizing about killing him. It would be a much bloodier death that mine, he deserves nothing less. Tate has to keep telling me that if I kill him, which I'm capable of, he will be trapped in the house with us and I don't want that.

Today I was sitting on the stairs, glaring at the front door, where I knew that wretched man would walk through any second.

I heard Tate sit beside me, "Baby you can't keep sitting here like this, its unhealthy." He said.

I chuckled darkly in response, "What's unhealthy Tate, is that he took my life from me. I'm only 18 years old. I will never be able to get married and have a family, or get my dream job. Those were all things I was looking forward to." I just let the tears fall.

Yes, I was still able to cry.

Tate pulled me closer to him and let me rest my head on his shoulder, "I know it hurts right now. Trust me it will get easier. You may not be able to leave, but you do have me here with you. You can be sure that I will never leave you. I fell in love with you the minute you stepped into this house and I never wanted you to leave me."

"Really?" I asked him.

"Yes and I knew that my love for you was real, because you made me feel alive again for the first time since I died. I'm glad we get to spend eternity together and I promise you will love it here with me. Hell, I'll even marry you." He sounded so romantic and I loved it.

"You really do love me, Tate. Well I love you too, and you're the only person that I would want to live in this house with. Would you really marry me?" That last part had to be a joke.

He smiled, "Of course I would. So what do you say, will you marry me Miss Andrew's?" I never thought I would see this day.

"Are you proposing to me?"

"Yes, so is it a yes or a no?" He asked slightly impatient.

"It's a yes of course." I said and that made him really happy.

"Then it is settled, next Halloween we will go to the chapel and get married."

"Yes, I like the sound of that." I answered. We decided to go celebrate out engagement after that.

My hate for the man who killed me only seemed to intensify. He would bring women into the house, make them wear my mother's wedding ring and clothes, and fuck them so loud that I'm pretty sure the whole neighborhood heard them. After that he would kick them out like nothing had happened. Let's not mention the fact that Jennifer was in on all his games. She was often in the house whenever he brought these women home, and she would get a thrill of hearing them together. This just made me sick.

Today he happened to bring a girl who looked so much like my mom, but she looked a lot younger than her. Of course he told her to put on my mother's ring as well as her favorite dress. Then he claimed that it was a fantasy that he has always had, and claimed that he's never been married.

I sat in the kitchen as he took her upstairs. He couldn't see me because I didn't want him to see me. Tate was sitting beside me. I sighed when she started to scream.

"God, that man is so fucked up!" Hayden popped into the room out of nowhere. This was the first time I had seen her since I had been dead, "Oh and welcome to the house for eternity." She said with her stupid little smirk.

I ignored her words, but it didn't make her leave.

"Did he always play that fucked up game with your mom?" Hayden asked standing in front of the counter listening to them upstairs.

"How the hell would I know? Actually I don't even want to know." I spat at her. Why would she even ask a question like that?

Suddenly the screams of pleasure turned to screams of pain. All you could hear was her yelling 'STOP' over and over again.

"Well he's killing the slut." Hayden said before disappearing. Her suspicions were correct when we saw him dragging her dead and bloody body to the basement.

Moira appeared, "She's not dead yet. We need to move her off the property, so she's not stuck here. We already have enough whores stuck here." She was obviously referring to Hayden. So Moira, Tate, and I moved the poor girl off the property before she completely slipped away. That man has hit a new low.