Jake and I arrived at Tate's house around 6:00 pm. The house was enormous, it had a creepy feel to it. It was brick with a bunch of windows and one part that was castle like cone in front. The house looked like one of those old time haunted houses. I mean, I liked creepy weird things but this house gave me a bad vibe, as the tall black gate closed behind us.

An older lady who looked like to be in her fifties with short blonde pulled back hair and blue eyes answered the door. "Can I help you?" She said with a cigarette in her hand cocky. This lady made me feel intimated, as her eyes stared us up and down.

"Yeah, we are here to see Tate." Jake's voice anxious.

"Tate doesn't have any friends." The lady said under her breath.

I looked at Jake, while he looked back at me; our expressions nervous.

"He invited us over, see Tate is in our algebra class." I jumped in.

The lady looked at us up and down again, "Tate, there are some badly dressed kids at the door who say they know you." She yelled with an attitude.

At this point I felt so embarrassed, she was picking on us. I've had low self esteem my whole life and this lady made me feel even horrible. The way I dressed and the music I listen don't fall into the popular category. I've been picked on everyday in school by what I listen to and the way I dress. I guess you can say I'm depressed and this lady wasn't helping me at all.

I heard someone running to the door as I seen it was Tate. He pushed his mom out of the way in the moment of saying, "Alright mom, that's enough go with your boy toy...alright."

The lady left while giving us dirty looks walking away down a long hallway.

"Sorry guys. My mom is a bitchy old wh**e. Don't listen to her." Tate pulling us in.

Tate was very vulgar. I could see his hatred towards his mom through his brown eyes, his face becoming full of rage. We walked in the house, noticing how beautiful it was. It had wooden floors with wooden stairs, beautiful colored designed glass windows, with a fireplace and a library. Looking above me, seeing beautiful colorful chandeliers hanging. It was huge, I guess you can call it a mansion. At the time we continued to walk, I got a draft of coldness. It left me shivering, in the moment I looked at Jake shivering too. It left me feeling startled.

"Um, it's freezing Tate." My body shivering.

"Oh, it's okay, this house is so big, I guess it stays cold in some areas." It looked like he was making that up as his face was off guard.

Tate lead us upstairs, the wooden huge stairs with a white rug in the middle. Once we got there, an old lady with bright red short hair and a maid outfit was cleaning the windows. I didn't know maids still wore actually maid outfits; gazing at her dress. It was very vintage and the way she styled her hair too. I looked over at Jake staring her up and down, drooling with a dumb face. I thought really Jake, she's an old lady, you disgusting pig.

"Hi." The old lady spoke in the moment we walked by.

Jake walking backwards, continuing to drool over her.

"Jake, ew are you serious?" I said disgusted.

"What? You can't blame me." He said with a cheesy smile.

I heard Tate laugh under his breathe as Jake said that. I thought of Jake differently now. See, Jake's been my best friend since elementary school but I've always had a crush on him. I've never knew if he felt the same way towards me so I never made a move.

"Alright, this is my room." Tate directed us inside.

The walls were painted a blue with brown headboards. He had a vintage light that hanged before his bed. A few windows by his bed with posters hanging of bands including Nirvana and Morrissey.

"I like your room, loving the posters." I said timid.

"Yeah my posters are awesome. My mom hates them and the sh** I listen to but I don't care." Tate said with a little anger.

"Want to listen to some music?" Jake asked.

"Yeah, let's listen to some Morrissey, he hates everything." Tate putting on the music.

All of us sitting on the floor, Jake and I next to each other, while Tate was across from us. I noticed as Tate sang the lyrics to the songs, how much pain and loathe he had inside him. In the moment, I stared at him rocking out, my body was boiling with questions. I needed answers to his life but I held it in. We listened to songs until it hit about 9:00 pm.

"I should get going, I have a paper that is due tomorrow I forgot about." Jake informed Tate.

"Yeah, me too. My parents will start bugging me because it's a school night." I said getting up.

"F*** parents! Do whatever you want." Tate pulled me back down.

My body shivered with shock once Tate said those things with his mouth. I cursed too but it wasn't about that, it was something to do with his dislike towards parents.

"Yeah, I know man but we got to go." Jake got up.

Tate lead us down the stairs while I remembered I forgot I left my bag in his room.

"Oh sh**! I forgot my bag in your room. I'll be right back." I anxiously said.

I ran up the wooden stairs quickly into his room, grabbing my purse I left on the floor. Out of nowhere, I hear a women's voice. It wasn't his mom's voice it was completely different. She sounded in pain; it sounded like she was crying.

"Where is my baby?" She whispered.

I felt my body shake in terror, in the moment I turned around, but there was no one there. I looked around his room trying to see if someone was in there; there was no one. Once the second I realized that, I ran out his room fast back into the hallway, then down the stairs.

"Let's go Jake." I said panicking leading him outside.

"See you guys in class." Tate said while we walked down his side way.

I didn't bring up this conversation to Jake. I couldn't let him think I was crazy but I knew what I heard. Why was she talking about a baby? Who was this women? I never really believed in ghost but what else could that of been.