Tate Murders House Ahs Novels & Stories

Chapter 74 Ethan’s POV I had heeded Alex’s advice and taken one of my guards with him and he was under strict orders to tranquilize me with the tranquilizer gun I had given him I suddenly went berserk as Alex had put it. The drive to Alex’s house was quite long, I wondered why the hell he had to pick a house that was so far from the mansion, I sat in the back seat of the brooding. I wondered what it will be like to go there, Zara had been murdered right inside that house, on my orders, I still felt shame anytime I thought about it, that was without a doubt the most cowardly thing I had ever done in my entire life.

Third Person. Inside the VIP hospital room, the members of the Tates family were fuming in rage as they watched the video. And when those two wretched men confessed to having locked Yara, twenty years ago, in the burning house, Billy Tate almost vomited blood as he slammed his fists on the coffee table, scattering everything around.

He asked her. "Ah eh, because I'm still hesitant if I'm going to continue because I don't know if you still live here." She replied. "And why do you think I don't live here anymore?" the young man asked while crossing his arms in his chest. "I know that something bad happened in this house so I thought you sold it." Agatha said. “It never entered my mind to sell this house. Even though something bad happened here we are still here as a family formed in this house. This is one of the Hernandez properties. There are changes and I was just replaced. ” Ethan explained.

A bit surprising. I keep going back and forth around the living room of the first house we dropped by. This is the house of the murderer's first victim. There were yellow barricade tapes that surrounds the entire house from outside. A few officers are also guarding the house. And no one's allowed to get inside unless it's us. "What do you think?" Clayton asked as he continues to take a few pictures of the living room using his camera. "Last night was more brutal than here." I said, still looking around.

“Talk to her. Ask questions. Find places where she’ll slip.” I huff. “Mama Tia is smart. She could filter her replies, or even discover our trick.” “It’s still better than searching her house. If she’s hiding anything, it’s not in that house.” “The burnt one or the backup one.” Mama Tia has several houses in her large acres of land. Each houses also have their gates. After destroying the one she has lived in all these years, she would certainly pack to the next house. Sudden tingles spread through my body, and my eyes flickers to rear-view mirror on instinct. There, I meet Zeath’s gaze.

About half an hour later, Mrs. Tate came downstairs. She pretended to look around for a bit before locking onto the small box. Then she pulled the same smooth move as before—looking both ways, stuffing the package into her coat, and hurrying back upstairs. I never appeared in the footage once. The evidence couldn't have been clearer. Mrs. Tate was the thief. I edited together the clip of Mrs. Tate stealing Mrs. Couser's necklace with the earlier footage of her taking Demi's package, then sent the video straight into the residents' group chat.

She watched as Tate inputted the password of the house before he pushed the door open. "How much does he know about the house?" She asked herself before she trailed behind him into the house, and she was more amazed at the interior view of the house. The living room was almost larger than the whole of her former house where she used to live with her parents. Hanging on the ceiling, was a big chandelier light, the wall was painted white, flower vases were arranged on the long pillars in the living room, portraits were hanging on the walls, and beautiful couches were arranged around the large beautiful center table that complimented the beauty of the house, and finally, the windows had beautif

“I thought if nobody ear there still John Wen should be here in front of gate after all he is security in-charge of the Walton’s mansion.” “I couldn’t able to decide whether or not I should enter, but suddenly I heard few ambiguous noises inside the mansion.” “I hurried my pace and the scene I saw getting the door I felt like somebody rugged swept out from under your feet.” Mark Taylor’s eyes turned red while thinking about the scene and he has deep regrets about this accident which was now capturing his mind. “What did you see?” Mike asked. “Murder of sir Joe Walton.” Thought Alex knew about it, but Mike was definitely oblivious to this truth. His eyes turned big in shock and forehead start

It is precisely where Carlene said it would be. The house was owned by the boys family but left the property to Mrs. Baker when they moved to south Africa. He took the key and unlocked the door. As they step inside they could sense the stench of days past; molds, abandonment, blood, terror. Ian let his eyes wander across the floor. Obvious traces of the murders were still visible. Dark stains where the bodies had been found. He let his imagination travel back when authorities at that time conducted their preliminaries. He visualize forensic team going around looking for fingerprints. While photos were taken .

Tate sat gently in bed, trying to calm her breaths as they came fast with her heartbeats. The door opened, and Mr. Wilson came in, just returning from work. "Are you ok? Tate" he asked immediately, and she stood, walking fast to him. She hugged him, and he reciprocated. "Are you ok?" He asked again. "Yeah... I just missed you" she replied, and he smiled, tightening the hug. * SAME STREET, RICHARD'S PLACE* The house is opposite Wilson's mansion, and there are over fifty tenants in the four storey building, but Richard is in the uppermost floor.