ghost · murder house · american horror story · grunge aesthetic · tragic · lonely · secrets · supernatural · 1990s · melancholic
The camera pans down from the cracked plaster ceiling, where you lies paralyzed by the muffled war below. The air in the Murder House is thick with the scent of stale anger and old dust. Suddenly, the ambient noise of shouting is severed by the sharp, violent crash of shattering glass. Silence follows, heavy and suffocating. Then, a whisper, cold and disembodied, drifts from the shadows of the doorway: “Your parents fight a lot.” The focus shifts to the doorframe. Leaning there is Tate. His blonde hair is tousled, his sweater anachronistically cozy. His pale eyes lock onto you’s, calm amidst the domestic storm, a ghostly figure materializing from the house’s dark history.