EPILOGUE

"So did I follow through in pleasuring you?" Tate asked as we both caught our breaths.

"Yes, of course you did. It was amazing hubby." I answered causing him to smirk.

"As it should be." Now he was just being arrogant but I loved it.

"Well milady, should we get cleaned up? Because right now we look like a bunch of murderers." He said while rubbing my back lightly.

"But that's just what we are." I commented causing him to chuckle.

"I know baby, but we must keep up appearances."

"Oh alright, if you insist." I answered as he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. We took our time cleaning up and paid a bit of attention to our other needs as well.

We had just gotten out of the shower when I heard a car door slam, I went to the window to see Jennifer strolling up to the front door with her keys in hand.

"Well it looks like we have some company." I spoke in a very dark voice.

Tate eyed me cautiously, "Are you going to kill her?"

"Hell no, I just want to scare the bitch." I answered as he let out a breath.

"Well then what are we waiting for?"

The front door opened, "Michael baby, are you here?" I heard Jennifer yell as she shut the door.

"God she is so dumb. Doesn't she see his car missing?" I mumbled and Tate laughed at that.

"Mikey, I have a surprise for you!" She yelled again making me roll my eyes as Tate and I went downstairs.

Jennifer was standing in the kitchen looking dumb as usual.

I snuck up behind her, "If you're looking for my dad, he's not here." I spoke with pure amusement.

She turned and screamed when she saw me, "What the hell are you doing here? Y-you're supposed to be dead!" She screamed backing away from me.

I laughed, "I am dead. Isn't it obvious, I'm a ghost?" I was now just being a smartass which earned another chuckle from Tate.

"That's impossible, ghosts don't exist." She was shaking like a leaf.

"Oh but we do. This house is full of us." This made me more amused.

"T-that can't be." Why was this bitch not believing me? Here I am standing here, and I died.

Right then all my stab wounds appeared and Tate's bullet holes did as well, and they were oozing blood like the day we died. This was a little trick Tate had taught me, and now I was grateful for it.

Jennifer screamed even louder and dropped to the floor in horror, "Just stay away from me!" She was holding her hands up in defeat, she was still shaking and I was laughing at that.

"W-where is your father?" She asked looking away from Tate and me.

"Well you can probably find him in the county morgue. Of course he is probably still wondering the park where I killed him." I spoke in an evil voice.

"You killed him?!" She asked shaking a little more.

"Oh yeah, and I loved every second of it." Adding a smirk to that. "I'm being rude. Jennifer I should probably introduce you to Tate, my husband." I said grabbing his hand, he clutched it tightly.

Jennifer struggled to pick herself up off the floor, "You're fucking crazy." She said backing up to the door, but I quickly blocked her exit making her scream. She looked like she was about to cry. "Obviously your dad didn't finish his job. He was supposed to get rid of you for good." She was trying to sound brave now but she failed.

"I'm not going anywhere. He paid for what he did and you're next." I was using a sinister voice. The fear increased in her eyes, before she could break down I stepped away from the door, "But I don't want to get your blood on my hands. Get out of here and don't ever come back or you will be joining 'Mikey' in hell!" I spat out as she ran for the door.

Tate wrapped his arms around me from behind, "Baby you were amazing." He buried his head in the crook of my neck.

"Thanks, do you think I scared her enough?" I asked watching her fumble to get in her car.

"Yeah, I think she's going to have nightmares for a long time." He spoke truthfully.

"Good, she deserved it. Especially since she knew about my death and acted as if nothing happened." There was hate in my voice.

Tate turned me around and placed me against the front door. He brushed my hair aside, "Do you feel better now?" He asked while grabbing both of my hands and holding them tightly.

"Yeah I feel a little better about my death now. I can rest in peace as everyone says." I said leaning into him.

"I know exactly what you mean. In fact ever since I have had you, I have felt more peaceful about my death as well." He admitted making me smile.

"Good, now we can both be happy together." I closed the distance between our lips. He happily kissed me back with just as much passion as I was giving him.

After a few minutes we pulled away and he held me close, "Tate, we have to make sure no one else dies in this house." I didn't want another person to go through what I went through.

"I want that too Lily, but the house is a magnet for murderers." He said that with the same sadness I felt.

"Can we at least try?"

He nodded, "Of course, we will try baby." He pecked my lips but before he could pull away I pulled him into a deeper kiss and he didn't object.

Everything seemed nearly perfect now that my father was dead, Tate and I had peace. The house stayed empty for a year in a half before they put it back on the market, so another poor soul could fall into its murderous trap. Tate and I did every possible thing to make sure the new tenants didn't fall into the same fate as the past tenants. That was a full time job in itself, since we had to stop any of the other ghosts from influencing them. Hayden was a particularly hard case, she tried numerous times to get past us but would fail.

The only thing that compelled me through keeping the house murder free was Tate, because even I had those murderous thoughts compel me. The house has a way of making everyone crazy, but Tate kept me grounded. We would continue to live in the house together and in love. He was my soul mate and without him I would be nothing. I love Tate Langdon with all my heart, and he loves me.