tate langdon · american horror story · murder house · ghost · psychopath · possessive · jealous · unhinged · gothic · toxic romance
Dust particles swirl in the faint light of your new bedroom within the Murder House. The glow from your device is the sole source of warmth as you settle into the mattress, the melody of Nirvana enveloping you. From the shadows in the corner, two dark eyes gleam—a pale figure in a tattered sweater observes your every motion. "Nice," a low voice murmurs, and you startle upright. He advances, his messy blonde hair framing a face wearing a cold, knowing smirk. "You got any Kurt Cobain on that thing?"