American Horror Story Murders House Tate นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I could only manage a single warning before it was on me, tackling me to the ground. "TATE! RUN! RUN, BABY! AS FAST AS YOU CAN!" Tate rounded, his eyes wide open and filled with incredible fear. "Mommy!" It was the last thing that I heard before it wrapped its claws around my throat and choked the life right out of me. I saw Tate darting into the forest, heading in the direction of the pack house. He quickly vanished between the trees. He was safe. He made it. I repeated the words over and over in my head until everything around me turned to black...

He’ll be just fine. Twenty-five minutes later, I pull up outside the Deveraux house just outside of downtown Portland. The house is the dream of horror movies, a gothic Victorian monster, with turrets, spirals, a wraparound porch, stained glass windows, complete with stone gargoyles guarding it from the roof. My younger self would have been in Heaven, but I lost my love of horror movies after my parents were killed by a monster. Some things you can never get back.

The son of a bitch would enrage him to a point of letting his beast out if he didn't quit with the pretense. Corey’s face took a form of surprise and fear. “What did I do?” Anthony walked closer. “You killed that guest at my house during the party, didn't you?” “I didn't—” “Don’t go denying it. Bo saw you.” Corey paused for a while. Then he scoffed. “So Tate's scent was the one I picked up? He fled too soon.” He exhaled sharply. “Yes. I killed him. Because he saw what he shouldn't see.”

The neon glow of the diner across the street flickered hazily, casting distorted silhouettes on the cracked pavement. She gripped her camera - more than a tool, it was her armor - and waited. The town had been whispering about the murders for weeks, hushed gossip trailing every corner like poison: mutilated bodies discovered in the dead of night, all linked by an unspoken horror. And none had been caught. Lena came for answers. She would not let the darkness swallow her sister’s memory without a fight. Footsteps echoed nearby slowly, deliberately. She steadied her nerves and raised the camera. From the shadows emerged a tall and commanding figure, his presence almost a physical force. Jeremy

She looked up at him, his chilly expression was like an unbreakable mask, his eyes narrowed into slits like he was waiting for Greta to say the wrong words just so his finger hovering over the trigger would move. “Last night? The murder that happened in your neighborhood?” Halle closed her eyes and tried to calm her unsteady breathing. “You’re saying words like I’m supposed to know what you mean,” His brown eyes stayed on hers, almost like he was daring her to make a stupid move, Halle on the other hand was just caught off guard by the instant change in his attitude. Sure.

That makes Owen a nice chunk of change on the side. Walking towards his work shop out behind the motel, he passes the newest guests that checked in last night. Three teenage boys and two girls. They are making a documentary of locations across the country that had been the scene of a grizzly crime. They were telling him that they had already filmed nearly one hundred places, the most famous being the Lizzie Borden house, the Amityville Horror House, Ed Gein's house, Jeffery Dahmer's house, and the Vallisca Ax Murder House. They told him they were on there way to California to see the Manson Mansion. Owen feigned interest before politely slipping away before they could ask him to 'say a few w

Almost everyone looked sad, or they were very good at pretending. ‘I’m terribly sorry for your loss. A very elegant lady Miss Arora,’ said the inspector solemnly, nodding and reflecting on a previous meeting with Esha. ‘This is a case of murder. The room seems to be untouched ... Nothing is missing ... The victim was found wearing a camisole and a black trouser. She has a severe bruise on her head. It is murder, alright. Ah! A terrible affair. Everything points to the fact that the murderer got away, at least for the time being. I gather that she was last seen at 4.30 by the housemaid?’ ‘Yes,’ Jyoti croaked from the corner. ‘I see ...’

“You’re going to jail for attempted murder.” “Allow me,” Tabitha says, reaching out and grabbing her. “It would be my absolute pleasure to turn her in. “If that’s what you want,” Atticus smirks, handing Holly over. “But don’t fall for her shit.” “I won’t,” Tabitha assured him. Nodding, Atticus allows her to begin to lead Holly toward the precinct while he and I fall in behind. “Did you know?” He asks me after a moment of silence. “That she was a succubus, I mean.”

“After we left your house, there was an attack.” “Attacked?” I asked, furrowing my brows together as I met Tessa’s eyes. “By whom?” “I don’t know!” She sobbed. “I didn’t see them. I think maybe an animal. It was so dark, and it happened so fast… but Professor Evergreen…” she continued to cry, and I waited for her to continue speaking. “Morgan was murdered.”

He snatches the vamp’s head in his hands and jerks it, ripping it clean off his neck. Tate ducks a set of fangs just coming at his shoulder, and it's as if I see it happen in slow motion. He drops, but somehow tucks and rolls mid air, out of the way enough for me to jump over him, as my claws pop out and slash at the vamp’s neck. Blood soaks Tate, and me both. Blake comes in behind him with a makeshift stake, and sinks it into the vamp’s back.