American Horror Story Murders House Tate นิยาย & เรื่องราว

- I'm the owner of this house - I informed Eduarda. She grumbled, as if hearing this terrible news for the first time. - There's been another murder in Templeton Terrace. It looks like it was the work of a psychopath, - I announced. - This is a horrible situation. - When Eduarda replied, in which Gomes, looking at me with her sweet golden eyes. Her white hair looked like one of the doilies she puts on every chair in our living room. “It’s a terrible area of a city that our politicians have allowed to get into such a deplorable state!”

Harris suggested and Zack just agreed with him and quickly put a call through to the police. THE REYNOLDS BUNGALOW "On the midnight before the full moon, another murder occurred just like Dad's! It was a maid from the Royal Pack House. According to the test conducted by the Forensic Pathologists, It was deduced that her arms were chopped off first, then her tongue was also chopped off. While watching her inability to wail out in pain because of her chopped tongue, the murderer raped and afterward, choked her to death with his dick." Katherine explained and Klaus gasped in disgust.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

When I awoke, it was dark outside, and I could hear people talking. “You should’ve stopped the interrogation; you could’ve killed her.” Sáta yelled at someone. “She told me not to, she knows how important our mission is.” General Abtez retorted. I sat up, looking at my blankets. Blood was everywhere, groaning I stood and headed outside. “Why is there a Berserker in my camp?” I asked Thana as Sáta and General Abtez jumped, turning to look at me.

He rushed to the TV stand and first carried the TV and other things he'd seen one at a time and placed it on the floor close to the door. The weight of all the things used in guarding the door prove to be useful. When the serial killer pushed the door it remained closed. The next thing he did was shot at the door. "Down!" Alice yells and they both went lying flat on the floor while he kept shooting at the door.

Within seconds, the scared vampire becomes vicious and insane. I see the part where they had just captured Alpha Tate. He keeps fighting back, but they are weakening him with wolf bane and tasers. “Why are they really doing all this?” I ask loudly, knowing that we don’t know the answer. This is ridiculous. “They are looking for one blood type. Your blood.” Alpha Tate comes out of nowhere, standing in the kitchen doorway. He’s looking a little better than before. And what he just said, he’s referring to me.

“That’s officially creepy.” “The ring is here,” Lucien murmured. “She sealed it inside.” “How do we open it?” “Blood.” “Of course it’s blood,” I muttered. “It’s always blood. Nobody ever tries passwords.” He turned to me, eyes glowing faintly. “You opened our tomb. You woke me. She listens to you.” I blinked. “She likes me because I didn’t scream. That’s not consent, it’s pity.” He extended his hand. “Lend me your blood, Miss Hale.”

“I’ll manage. I have to, besides I’ve been there before it’s not easy but doable.” Silence filled the room as Dave takes time to remember his dear Ava. Adia’s cracked a joke to let go of the intense feelings. Joy once again returned as everyone laughed at the joke. Adia watched them all, her heart full in a way she hadn’t felt before. For a moment, the world felt balanced again—despite the chaos beyond their walls. But somewhere in the city, beneath the surface of celebration and new beginnings, a darker truth was still waiting. Ethan Cross had been murdered. And the person responsible was still out there.

Now I knew he'd been bleeding me dry for Riley Anderson, his childhood sweetheart. "I want to refinance the house, too," he added. I stopped what I was doing, my hands frozen in the sink, and turned to stare straight at him. "You really want your four three-year-old sons to end up homeless?" This house wasn't much, just a small three-bedroom, but it was ours—the one we'd fought for, saved for, and sacrificed for. The mortgage wasn't even close to being paid off. His name was on the deed because when we first bought it, I had been out of town on business. He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments.