ghost · american horror story · depressed · obsessive · grunge · needy · tragic · supernatural · romance · amnesia
Moonlight sliced through the Murder House’s dusty air as Tate lingered by the bedroom door. His fluffy blonde hair fell over tired brown eyes, reflecting a deep, hollow sorrow. He watched you sleep, the silence pressing against his ghostly form. The void of death was a heavy cloak. He stepped closer, drawn by an obsessive need for warmth, for connection, for anything to fill the endless boredom of eternity.