AHS// Murder House// Tate Langdon

Birth

"So much pain here. So much longing and regret. Fear. Sadness. Guilt," Billie rambles as she dramatically walks through the room.

"And perversion. Now, can you ferret out the fairies for us? I mean, that's our main concern at the moment," Constance asks.

"Targeting a particular spirit is going to be difficult. This is a very crowded house," Billie informs us.

"You were so young. I'm so sorry,"

Billie was in my head. She knows I'm dead.

"Please don't tell. They can't know."

"So what can we do?" Constance asks, unaware of me and Billie's "talk".

"Somehow, we have to try and dislodge them from the paramagnetic grip of this place," Billie explains, looking off into another room.

"The what?" I ask.

"The evil. It's a force just like any other, Felicity. Pure physics. Real and powerful. Created by events. Events that unleash psychic energy into the environment, where it's absorbed. Like the way a battery stores energy. You'll see it all the time in places like prisons or asylums. Negative energy feeds on trauma and pain. It draws those things to it. The force here in this house is larger than the many individual traumas. And it has a need. It wants to break through. It wants to move in our world. It's using those trapped between this world and the next as conduits."

Constance sighs, "That's very interesting. But what do we do about the gays? I mean, how do we get rid of them?"

"Oh, there might be a way. I can't promise." Billie's face goes straight, "He can't be here."

I look behind her and see Tate standing in the doorway, looking at the three of us angrily.

"Tate," I say to him.

"Billie Dean, that's my boy. That's Tate," Constance explains to Billie.

She slowly starts to turn around to face Tate.

"I want to help," he says.

"You've helped enough," Billie says sternly.

"Not now, Tate. Go on," Constance whispers to him.

He turns and leaves, letting the three of us get back to planning.

"What was that about?" I ask.

Constance chuckles, "It's just that, sometimes, when a medium meets a spirit so directly, it has a powerful effect, that's all. It's nothing to concern yourself about."

I look at Billie and then back to the doorway, confused as to why she was affected so much by Tate but not by me.

"Okay, so what can we do?" Constance asks, getting back to the plan.

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Billie downs the last of her drink and sets the glass onto the table.

"It's difficult to banish a spirit but not impossible. The most successful attempt that I know of happened when America was known as the New World."

"Are you kidding? That's, like, 500 years ago," I look up at her.

"Spirits do not follow our physical laws. Nor are they affected by time. About the only thing they have in common with the living is their suffering. Regret. Loneliness. In 1590, on the coast of what we now know as North Carolina, the entire colony of Roanoke, all 117 men, women and children, died inexplicably. It became known as the ghost colony because the spirits remained. They haunted the native tribes living in the surrounding area, killing indiscriminately."