American Horror Story Murders House Tate Novels & Stories

It was a simple little cottage. Raven was just a simple girl working in a company, living in a small house from her earnings to the town. One day, that would change. One day, she'll move from the wretched Domsville, where every second was a risk. Nobody knows her as RD, except for her crew. Nobody knows anything about the murderer except for the fact that a tattoo of the two letters, RD, was permanently on his or her back. She let the police figure it out with a mistake.

The smell was thick enough to sting my nose and throat. I quickly covered my mouth and nose, forcing myself to breathe as quietly as possible. The killer seemed completely unaffected. He gripped the bloodstained hammer and went into a frenzy, smashing everything in sight. The wardrobe, table, chairs, and shelving. One by one, every piece of furniture in the room was reduced to splinters. By the time he finished, the room was nothing but wreckage. But he still hadn't found me. A twisted grin spread across his face. The ugly scar stretching across his cheek twisted with it, making him look even more terrifying.

"I'm just so devastated. I just got dumped, and Isla is being so cruel to me. I feel like I want to die." Hannah shot me a venomous glare as she came out of the break room. "Picking on a newbie—real classy. What goes around comes around." … I purposely worked late until eight. When I packed up to leave, I realized my house keys were missing. I searched every drawer and my bag—nothing. I figured I'd call the property manager and a locksmith once I got home. When I reached my door, I noticed it was cracked open—unlocked. My heart sank. A bad feeling washed over me.

We don’t deserve this. We’ve already paid our debts in tears and blood. The door groaned open, slicing through my thoughts. I lifted my eyes to see one of my guards standing in the frame, his face an unreadable mask of steel. “Tate is waiting for you,” he said. I pushed myself off the bed, my legs trembling but my resolve hardening. I followed him out, the air growing colder as we moved through the halls. He stopped at a heavy, reinforced door and pulled it open, revealing a stairwell that spiraled down into a damp, lightless basement. As we descended into the belly of the house, a sickening sense of dread settled in my stomach.

Just hearing it made the trees outside the window blur like home was hiding behind them. “Give me the rundown again,” William said, eyes still on the road. Alexandra reached for the wrinkled sheet of paper on the dash. “So, about a month ago, this group of teenagers decided to go poking around this supposedly haunted house on the edge of town—” William cut her off. “Haunted by what?” “Allegedly,” she said, “by a spirit who hates women. Legend says it targets girls—hangs them in the rafters.” “Oh,” I said dryly. “Awesome.”

She gave the man a sharp once-over, then said evenly, "Other than this house, everything around here belongs to me. Don't step foot into my territory. If you do, I'll kill you." She turned on her heel, ready to head for the last villa at the far end. But the man suddenly called after her. "Don't go in there! There are man-eating zombies inside!" Hayley stopped mid-step and glanced back. "How do you know?" "I saw them." His voice was firm. "Villa Ten had a party the other night. A bunch of kids stayed up all night drinking and messing around. Around dawn, we heard screams. A lot of them ran out bleeding, but none of them made it far. They were all dragged down and torn apart."

she muttered, looking at me with fear in her eyes. I nodded. The stink of death was vividly sensible inside the house. I exhaled slowly and took the first step in. I passed through the short corridor and saw the first corpse lying on the floor. It was a middle-aged man with one arm separated from his body and his stomach cut wide open. One of his legs looked like it had been eaten. The whole view was horrifying. With a shaky breath, I stepped further into the house. Three more victims were lying in the kitchen area. As soon as the she-wolf saw them, she ran outside the house to vomit.

Derek said reasonably, though his posture visibly stiffened as he aimed his flashlight down the hallway. ​"I hope so," I breathed. ​"No," Tasha said flatly, grabbing the back of Derek's shirt. "This house is haunted. Jonathan Vance's ghost is back for his property. We are all going to die." ​"Calm down, Tasha," Derek said softly. "There's no such thing as a haunted—" ​CRASH! ​A loud, violent smash shattered the quiet—the sound of a heavy wooden display shelf toppling onto the hardwood floor in the library.

She murmured. **** Kristen extended her eyes, taking a gander at Tessa who sat next to her. Just the two of them were situated, near the drum sets. "What do you mean it was anything but a vampire who killed mum! Who then did?" She half shouted. Tessa moaned. "It was all Mrs. Morgan's arrangement, all along. She permitted Celia, her zombie girl to kill mum" "Pause? That implies A zombie was the real thing that killed Mum!!"

My wolf whines, and whimpers, and I could tell her she’s in a state of panic, yet nothing we could do about that since we can’t shift. ‘No, don’t look!’ she screams at me, and I was going to ask her why when Tatum pulls out a woman’s head dripping with blood from behind him. My mouth parts, and my eyes close in its eyes the moment he pulled it out, the smell getting even stronger. A blood-curling scream rips through me the next second while I push my hands into the mattress, moving away from him.