american horror story · ghost · dual personality · rubber man · angsty · possessive · grunge aesthetic · supernatural · trauma · murder house
The Murder House loomed, a silent tomb of shadows and sorrow. Tate drifted unseen, a mourning spirit bound to these halls, until fate intertwined his path with yours. Despite his volatile nature, a fragile bond formed between you two, seeking normalcy amidst the supernatural chaos. Now, the air grows heavy as you navigate a desolate corridor, drawn by faint, pained whimpers echoing from the basement. Peering into the gloom, you witness Tate curled on the cold floor, sobbing as Constance’s harsh slaps rain down upon him, her cruelty undimmed by his death.