2.14.2017 // Late night studying for my ancient world history midterm
My desk is normally super organized, but sometimes, late night studying just doesn’t lend itself to a super organized and tidy workspace. Note the venti Starbucks cup, my own mug of tea, tons of paper everywhere, and several different colour pens.
Hi, can you please write something with the reader just moving into the murder house alone. But they have big mental issues (paranoid schizophrenic) and tate falls in love but he never shows himself.
Moving into a house alone was never something I thought I’d
be capable of doing. Growing up and living as a Paranoid Schizophrenic I always
thought that things were there that weren’t. In particular I always thought
people were in my home that weren’t, and for that reason the thought of living
alone always terrified me. The thought of seeing shadows dancing in every
corner and having no one there to tell me the room was empty or to just make
sure I didn’t totally lose it scared me to the very core yet still, the day
came when I decided it was time to conquer that lifelong fear.
If I’m completely honest, moving into the Los Angeles Murder
House may not have been one of my finest decisions, but I had my reasons for
choosing such an odd place to reside. In my own weird train of thought, I decided
that living in a supposedly haunted house would mean that I would be able to
justify anything I saw that wasn’t real without having someone by my side to
justify it for me.
Moving in everything was completely fine. The movers did most
of the work with getting the stuff into the house but as soon as they left I found
myself sitting in the lonely abyss that was my new house.
I began unpacking as soon as I was left to my own devices and
by midnight I had unpacked most of the lower house and set up everything in a
few of the rooms. Deciding that was enough for the first day I eagerly walk up
the stairs, more than ready to get some much needed rest.
Seeing that someone else was moving into the house I was less
than enthusiastic. The idea of having
just another person unknowingly sign their death certificate by signing their
lease had come to be an event that unnerved me down to the very core.
Most of the other ghosts assumed I was one of the spirits who
enjoyed the new residents because they were easy kills. Honestly, that used to
be true, but ever since Violet I’ve been trying to clean up my act to keep her
happy but it just wasn’t working.
As soon as I saw her though, everything I thought I knew
changed. It felt like I was human again when Y/N first walked through the door
to look at the house. She immediately fell in love with the place and I immediately
fell in love with her.
Everything in her sparked a different person within me and I hoped
more than anything that she would decide to stay, and to my delighted surprise
she did. Within a week the movers were just out of reach, unpacking box after
box as she assisted them.
That night I did something I shouldn’t have, as she lay
asleep in her new room I found myself standing in the doorway watching her as
she lay asleep.
“Leave her alone Tate,” a familiar voice rings out behind me
and I turn to see Violet standing just a few feet behind me. I take a step
towards her but she steps the same space back, “She doesn’t deserve to get
caught up in this mess.”
“I don’t want to hurt her Violet,” I say and she stands there
as if she doesn’t believe the words that I know are true, “She’s just so
beautiful I had to see her at least once.”
“Just take my advice Tate, don’t get her tangled in this
houses issues.” She says disappearing right in front of me and I’m left alone
to my own thoughts until a shift from the bed in front of me snaps me out of my
thoughts. As soon as she starts to stir I run from the room as fast as possible
to my old room, which now lay empty besides a few boxes containing items to
turn the area into a study. Not caring of the surroundings I lay down of the
floor and slowly rock back and forth until my eyes become weary and I drift off
A few weeks pass since my moving into the house and besides a
few events everything was going just fine. Things become a lot easier to handle
when I meet the maid for the previous owners and hire her to work at the house,
purely because then I can justify any unexplainable sounds as her cleaning the
About four weeks in however, things start to get strange. Everyday
almost I see shadows out of the corner of my eye. Human looking figures lurking
behind every door way some not even trying to hide their presence and showing
up smack bang in the middle of a room.
Other things start to gain my attention too. The sounds of
rocks hitting the floor at odd points in the day, thumps from the attic when I know
Moira is downstairs, sounds of movement as soon as I open a door, as if someone
is always hiding just out of sight. But the worst feeling was the one that I was
being watched by someone who just simply wasn’t there.
The feeling of a presence haunted my very being from the
night I moved in and I felt as if wherever I went within the grounds, I was
never really alone. And on top of all that, the reason I knew I was well and
truly losing it, was when I started seeing Moira walking through the hallways
on days she had off.
Come one day I found myself seated on the island bench
adjacent Moira who was busy making a cup of tea. Once she had finished pouring
the hot beverage she placed one cup in front of me and one in front of herself
as we began talking but halfway through the conversation I became distracted. My
mind finding more important things than a conversation over tea to think about
when my eyes flickered upward and found the reflection of a man blonde and tall
in stature, looking only slightly younger than myself and standing directly
My head quickly turned around, desperate to see if I was
imagining it or not and as I expected I found nothing but an empty space behind
me. But as I turned back to the conversation I felt a hand brush against my
shoulder and I dropped my tea, spilling it everywhere on the counter as a
“Oh gosh! Let me clean that up for you,” Moira shrieks as she
hurries to wipe up the mess that is only spreading with every passing second, “Are
you alright dear? You seem skittish.”
“I think I’m going crazy Moira,” I say as tears fill my eyes
and she rushes to my side, “I keep seeing… things.”
“That’s not unusual dear, house with such a history is bound
to make you feel like the previous residents haven’t left,” she says and I shake
my head, “You’re not the first owner to say these things.”
“But you don’t understand Moira!” I snap a little bit too
angrily before taking a deep breath and continuing, “I have paranoid
schizophrenia and I thought I was getting better but now I think I’m well and
truly losing it.”
“Hang in child, this house is a miraculous place,” she says
and I stare at her in confusion, “If you need help it will show you the way.”
As soon as she says that I feel the spot where her arm rest
against mine turn cold as my head darts to the place where she was standing
only to find no one in her place. Convinced I’m going crazy manage to stand up
and wonder aimlessly through my constant sobs down the hallway, tripping as
many times as possible on the way to my room.
Once I reach the room that has lost it’s veil of safety for
me I quickly rummage through my nightstand until I find sleeping pills and take
two, desperate for some release and as my mind becomes hazy, my tears dry and I
eventually go to sleep.
Tears stream down my face as I watch her take the pills. She’s
unstable, there’s no doubting that, but pills were how Violet died and I couldn’t
stand to watch another person fall victim to the same vices.
Slowly I creep away from her room careful not to make any
prominent sounds until I get far enough away that my footsteps won’t be
“Why are you so sad my child?” Nora asks as I find my way
down to the basement, desperate to talk to her, the one person I trust, “I
thought you fell in love?”
“I did but… she’s sick, I can’t tell her I’m here,” I say as
tears form in my eyes, “Or else she’ll go away.”
“Love is broken for me child,” Nora starts before grabbing my
face in both hands and making me look in her eyes, “But if it is true love you
feel, then remember it will always find a way. Convenient or not but you must
give it time, trust your heart.”
Waking from my medicine induced sleep I feel worse than ever
before. My head felt as though it had been hit by an express train and every
limb of my body yearned for pain relief.
Trying not to notice the aching too much I trudged downstairs
eager for a warm beverage of some variety. But when I went to the kitchen I found
it to be devoid of Moira so I set into making my own drink of tea when all of a
sudden it began. The banging, seeming to be coming from every room in the house
all at once but yet ceasing to exist from nowhere at the same time.
Desperate to deafen the noise I abandoned making my tea and
instead reached under the counter, grabbing the first bottle of alcohol my
hands landed on and draining the entire bottle in one go. Through my drunken
haze I find my way to the kitchen booth and slump down, waiting for the lack of
sobriety to numb the noises all around me, show me that they were merely
figures of my imagination, but the sounds only intensified.
They seemed to be coming from everywhere, I could hear them
in the same room as me but all from the other end of the house and I sat there
waiting for them to stop until I couldn’t take it anymore. Somehow managing to
stumble up the stairs I find my way to my bedroom and once again find myself
rummaging through the night drawer, stopping when my fingers wrap around the
tiny bottle of sleeping pills.
Without hesitation I pop the cap and swallow every single
pill in the bottle. Finally feeling an effect taking place I lay back on my bed
and allow the darkness that now surrounds my vision to take over.
The first thing I do is make sure Moira takes care of the
body, then I sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to awake. Knowing that
she’ll finally understand, but she’ll also most likely lose it due to the fact
that she is no longer alive.
As soon as everything is taken care of I find myself being
drawn closer and closer to her, knowing that the barrier of living and dead no
longer separated us.
Finally giving into my wishes I peel back the covers and
climb into the bed next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist protectively
as she begins to stir.
“Who are you?” she asks sleepily, she sounds more curious
than frightened and I take this as a good sign. When I don’t immediately answer
she turns her head my way but fear of her seeing me after all this time takes
over as I press my lips to hers briefly in an attempt to distract her from my
features which to my delight, seems to work.
“It’s okay,” I whisper and her head finds her pillow once
more, “Just go back to sleep, I’ve got you.”
With that promise in her head she drifts off, not even fully
aware of her situation but in that moment I don’t care about the circumstances
as I wrap my arm a little tighter around her waist and allow myself to fall
Used ToG series as part of my dissertation (spilling tea literally everywhere)
And last night read EoS just to check I’d got references and stuff right and accidently read the ‘velvet wrapped steel’ part of the R******n scene and OH MY GOD THAT’S AN ACTUAL THING IN AN ACTUAL BOOK WHY WOULD PEOPLE THINK THAT’S A GOOD IDEA