Violet laid on her bed, her head on Parker's chest as she told her about how her father was all alone now with the only living baby.

Parker and Violet had head everything Valerie had yelled and shouted at Tate. Violet had asked Parker if she to which Parker told the truth, saying she has no idea.

Tate didn't just loose a lover, but a sister and a friend. Parker couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes and the few times he had passed Violet, she had not shied say from giving him a piece of his mind.

Tate wasn't who Parker remembered him to be.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

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"What about Violet and Valerie?"

"What about us?" The sister's asked, joining their parents in their fathers office from where they sat on the leather sofa.

"We're teenage girls, not exactly a cakewalk."

Ben kneeled down in front of his daughters. "Girls. What kind of father have I been? You both weren't eating. Or going to school. Violet, you were already gone and . . . I didn't get it."

"I shut you out."

"And she didn't know she was dead until it was a bit too late." Valerie added, throwing her arms over the back of the sofa. "We were afraid we'd break you, daddy."

"I miss you two so much."

"I was never getting into Harvard."

"And let's be real, the changes of me actually being a criminal history teacher were pretty slim." Valerie laughed lightly.

"They weren't, Valerie, you would of made an amazing teacher."

"But we saved you a shitload of money." Violet joked.

"Yeah, you both did." He smiled at his girls.

Violent and Valerie looked at each other then at their mother. "You have to leave, dad." Violet told him. "Every minute you're in this house, you're in danger, and so is that baby."

Vivien helped her husband up. "Please, do it for us." She asked in a soft whisper. She placed a kiss to his lips before the three disappeared.

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Upon Ben being hung, the Harmon family were reunited. The baby missing.

"That's all very touching. But, where's the baby."

Valerie looked at the woman. "Try Nora or Hayden." She said as the Harmon's stood linked together.

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Violet, Parker and Valerie looked through the new owners teenagers room — the room that had once been Valerie's. The trio looked through his music, judging him.

"How are you?"

The three stoped and looked at him.

"You have awful taste in music." Violet stated.

"I second that, coming from the girl stuck in the eighties and nineties." Parker admitted, looking to see where the boys eyes were looking — they were looking at Valerie.

Valerie chuckled at her words, lightly hitting the upside of her head, whilst shaking her head.

Valerie picked up a CD, turning it in her hands. "Butthole surfers? How scandalous!" She said, looking up from the CD to the boy.

"Hello? Breaking and entering."

"That's how you make friends in this house, trust me, we'd know." Valerie said, slotting the CD back.

"Who are you?" He questioned them.

Violet turned to the boy. "Ghosts of our former selves." The boy looked at her rather confused.

Valerie sighed, stepping forward. "I'm Valerie, that's my sister Violet and that's Parker." She said, pointing amongst the girls before holding her hand out. "We live near by, very very close actually."

The boy shook her hand. "Your hand's cold."

"Cold hands, warm heart." Valerie joked, sending him a dramatic wink. The boy hummed, watching the girl with interest. Violet tipped out more CDs. "Don't mind my sister."

"Don't you have any Ramones?"

"Yo!"

Valerie and Parker flinched.

"Like Animal Boy, or Too Tough To Die?"

"Hey, can you guys get out of my room?" He asked pointing to the door.

"You really wanna be alone? They say this place is completely haunted. Decades of ghosts, dated back to the first owners back in nineteen twenty six."

The boy was at first taken aback by Valerie's question, before smirking. "You're kind of twisted, aren't you?"

"In more ways then you know."

He laughed at her. "Fine, you can stay, if she picks up the CDs."

Valerie turned to her sister and her sisters lover. "Chop, chop you two." She said, clapping her hands twice. "Do you have a name?"

"Gabe."

"Aww, cute."

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Gabe awoke in the night, finding himself, in fact, not alone. Tate was sat in a chair staring at him. "What were you dreaming about?"

"Shit!" He panicked. He sat up and looked at the blonde boy in fear.

"Bet I know." Tate said. "I'd dream about her, too, if I could dream. I don't think I do anymore."

"The hell? Who are you? What are you doing in my room?" He demanded, looking at Tate with fear amongst his confusion.

"This used to be my room. And then it was hers." Tate said, smirking at the boy.

"What are you talking about?"

"Valerie." He whispered out, ignoring his tear pricked eyes. "She was my girlfriend."

"The kind off freakish history geek?" He questioned, thinking back to the three girls that had been in his room earlier that day. "Or the weird one, or there was the nosey one?"

Tate had a rough idea by which girl was which girl. "What do you mean by freakish?" He sneered, angrily.

"She seemed really cool." He hastily corrected. "Nothing happened. She didn't say she had a boyfriend."

"We kind of broke up."

"Right." Gabe said, stopping any awkward silence from falling around them. "Well, I mean, it's totally hands off, dude. I get it."

"No." Tate cut off. "I don't think you do."

A scream left the woman of the houses mouth, making for Gabe to panic and get out of bed — before being shoved to the ground by Tate.

Tate shut the bedroom door. "I want her to be happy. She liked you, I could tell." He stalked forward towards the fallen boy. "You're a good guy, right?"

"What?"

"I mean, you got all these friends and you played some sports. My sister and her sister seemed to think you were decent. You make good grades, right?"

"Average."

"Average is good. Normal is good. She deserves normal."

Gabe pushed himself off the floor. "Get out of my way!" He demanded.

Tate knocked him down. "I don't want to hurt you!"
He yelled. Tate pulled a knife out as tears lined Gabe's eyes. "Though, I do have to kill you."

"Why are you doing this?" He begged from his place on the floor. "Please, I told you, man, nothing happened!"

Tate tried to ignore him as he leaned forward, struggling to bring himself to kill another person. "Could you maybe not look at me?"

"What?" Gabe strained out.

"I mean, could you . . . could you, like, stand up or . . . or, I don't know, turn around or something?!" Tate got off him, pacing as Gabe coughed from the air finally getting back to him. Tate groaned.

"Please don't kill me."

"Oh, it's nothing personal." Tate said, towering over the boy. "It's just that she's all alone." He said, his voice breaking. "And that's not right! Stand up!"

Gabe went to pray.

"Stop that, stop that. Come on."

Gabe stood up and was forced to turn around. Tate placed the knife to his neck as Valerie entered the room.

"Fuck sake, Tate." She groaned, stepping over to the boys. "You don't learn, do you?" She mumbled, wrapping her hand around the sharp part of the knife, ignoring the mass amount of blood that seeped from the newly formed cut. "Sorry about this, doll." She said. "He won't accept that I want nothing to do with him or from him."

"I'm doing this for you. I couldn't save you. It's my fault you're alone."

Valerie reached her hand around Gabe, lifting Tate's head up to look at her. "I'm not alone, I never really was. I have my family and I have the others that live here." She reminded him, managing to pull the knife away from him and drop it to the ground.

"It's not enough. You need someone."

"I don't need anyone, Tate, I never did." She turned to the other boy. "Run. Run and don't look back, save your family, save you. Sell a story one day, about a one night experience, cover it by saying it was a dream, makes for less inconveniences. This house fucks with people, like really fucks with people. You know when I said it's haunted? It is, because I'm dead. Search up Valerie Harmon or actually, more results will come up if you search for Tate Langdon. That's him. Now, run."

Gabe didn't need telling twice as he darted away to find his family.

"What do you want?!"

"I wanted you." She said, rubbing away any water that was appearing in her eyes.

"You told me to go away."

"Yeah. And you deserve a whole lot worse." She pointed out. "But I never got around to saying goodbye, and I can't say I've finished this chapter of my life until I say that to you and forgive myself." Tate stared at her, her hand still on the side of his face. "Let me say goodbye."

Tate nodded at her.

Valerie moved her hands from his face, moving to rest her arms over his shoulders and around his neck. She stepped closer, placing her head on his chest. "I really hate you."

"I know, I'm sorry." Tate placed his arms around her.

She nodded, her eyes closed. "I don't forgive you, I have no right to forgive you . . . I probably never will fully forgive you, but thank you for being there for me."

Before Tate could say anything more, Valerie was gone, leaving him alone.

*and that's a wrap, AHS:MURDER HOUSE, HOUSE OF HORROR is finished. Keep an eye out for my AHS:COVEN, LOVE WITCH book, should come out by next Sunday.
*I will edit this book at some point because it does need it most of these chapters are wrote when I was sleep deprived and a good fraction were wrote in the same night.