AN: Hello there lovely humans. This fic will be multi-chapter with Nillie/Hotgomery as end game.

Nora Montgomery and Billie Dean Howard are two lonely, lost souls in a world of chaos. Nora can often come off as rude and unapologetic, but that's just a shell to protect the traumatized, broken woman inside. All of the evil that Billie constantly sees has taken a toll on her, and now she's drowning in it.

They search for comfort in all the wrong places, but can they find it in each other? How can anything possibly work when Nora is dead and trapped in murder house?

Nora's POV

The Harmons are all dead. I want nothing more than to get away from this happy little undead life they've made for themselves in my home. This is my house, if anyone should be happy here it's me. I'm miserable though.

Every night I can hear their son, Jeffery, crying. He's a fussy child, and his frequent shrieks give me the worst migraines. But when he giggles, his adorable baby laugh, it pierces my heart.

I never thought I'd be a good mother; admittedly I tend to be self-centered. However, once my son was born the hole in my chest was filled. Now I'm more alone than ever.

Lately, I've taken to hiding in the room that used to be his nursery. I can't stand being near the others, they disgust me. Knowing that Charles is in the basement, undoubtedly fiddling with his 'science' makes me sick. I'm sure if I still had a stomach I'd vomit.

More families try to move in, but the Harmon ghosts always scare them away. I don't understand why. No one in this world is innocent. No one.

Especially not Constance Langdon. Every Sunday that vile witch comes to my house with a little boy, Michael. The two of them fill up the place with darkness and evil, even more so than it already is.

That boy has the devil in him, just like his father.

Constance brings dinner, and she, Tate, and Michael sit down for a twisted family meal. I hear them talking about the end of the human race, blood flowing down the streets like rivers.

I have since given up all hope in salvation.

A draft blows through from the window of my son's nursery. It chills me to the bone. I'm surprised that I can still feel anything, let alone something physical. Being dead is strange indeed.

Today is Sunday. Dusk is settling over the world and the last of the sunlight hides, just like I hide.

I look out the window to see Michael skipping up the driveway and Constance close behind him, holding a casserole dish. There is someone new with them though. Someone that I've never see before; a relatively tall woman, with long blonde hair and eyes like rich chocolate. She is following the evil pair. She is not evil herself though. Somehow I can sense that she has light radiating through her soul.

The woman looks up, directly at me. Our eyes lock. If I had a beating heart it would have stopped. How is it possible? How can she see me? The woman pauses and holds my gaze for a moment. Then something even curiouser happens; she smiles at me.

For reasons that I cannot fathom, I smile back. It makes the muscles in my face hurt because I haven't smiled in such a long time. There hasn't been a reason for happiness.

As the three of them enter my house I feel the need to play the good hostess, just like I did when Charles' friends came around. Though I don't want anything to do with the Langdons, this new woman intrigues me.

Transmutating down to the kitchen, I stay hidden behind the wall for good measure.

"I'm worried Billie. I need to know if my Adelaide is stuck I this wretched house." So her name is Billie. Isn't that a boy's name? It seems to suit her tough.

I peer around the doorframe, curiosity getting the better of me. Michael is sitting at the counter coloring feverishly, and Constance has her head in her hands, with a look of genuine distress on her face.

"You know I don't like being here Constance…" Should I be offended? There's nothing wrong with my house, minus the group of barbarians residing in the basement... Billie is leaning against the wall sipping water and eyeing Michael cautiously. "This is the last time I come here. After this we're even."

"Of course. Now, please tell me about my Adelaide."

Billie sighs heavily, nodding slightly. Adelaide was that sweet girl who I saw get hit by a car a few years ago. I haven't seen her around here, but how would Billie know where she is?

Billie sits down at the kitchen table and takes deep, measured breaths. She closes her eyes. I can feel a sense of calm settle around her. How she manages that with the devil next to her I have no idea.

The whole house is quiet for a moment, and then Billie opens her eyes, smiling softly. "There's no need to worry Constance. Addie isn't here. Her spirit hasn't been here in all of the four years since her passing. She has safely moved on to the afterlife."

Constance covers her mouth, seemingly shocked but also relieved. "Are you sure?" Her voice is only a whisper.

"I'm positive." Overwhelmed with relief, that witch pulls Billie into a tight hug. I don't understand why, but anger bubbles up inside me. Billie's goodness should not be tainted by Constance Langdon.

"Thank you. At least someone made it out of this house. 1 out of 3 isn't too bad." Billie pats her back lightly. She must have tremendous compassion to be able to comfort a woman like Constance.

"Look what I drew!" Interrupting them, Michael proudly holds up his drawing. The page is all red with dozens of stick figures who appear to be on fire.

"It's wonderful Michael! I'll hang it up." The boy giggles and Constance attaches it to the refrigerator with a magnet, further defiling my house.

"I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back." Billie manages to keep a calm expression until she is out of the kitchen and down the hall, but I can feel the unease rolling off of her in waves. A look of horror and disgust distorts her features. Her heels clack against the hardwood floor as she hurries to the bathroom. I can hear her gagging.

Staying in my stealth ghost form, so I can confirm that she really can see the dead, I evaporate through the wall and end up next to the sink. Billie is wiping the corners of her mouth. She doesn't seem too surprised by my presence.

"I was wondering when you'd come to me. I've met every spirit in this house except for you. Who are you?"

"I'm the lady of the house." I keep my head held high, trying to restore some of the dignity I once had. "Nora Montgomery. And who are you?"

"Nora…" she says thoughtfully. I can't tell if this woman is awful or endearing. "It's nice to meet you Nora. My name is Billie Dean Howard, I'm a psychic medium."

I thought all of that psychic mumbo-jumbo was shit when I was alive, but now that I'm dead I don't even know what reality is anymore.

"Why are you consorting with those monsters?"

"Constance and Michael?" I nod and she sighs. "Because I have to, no other reason. I owed Constance a favor, and now my debt is paid in full. I don't plan on getting involved with them again, let alone coming back to this house."

She must have noticed the scowl on my face because she promptly continues. "The other spirits here, Tate Langdon, Chad Warwick, and your husband Charles make this place and epicenter for evil activity."

At the mention if Charles I bite my lip so I don't snap or cry. "That man is no longer my husband. He took my baby from me so I took his life."

"…Then you took your own."

I nod slowly, echoing my previous thoughts. "No one in this world is innocent."

Billie nods back, a strange look of understanding and sympathy are in her eyes. "Nora, I have to get back or Constance will be suspicious." For some reason I don't want her to go. In the past years I haven't spoken more than two words to anyone, but this Billie, this strange medium, has gotten to me.

She moves for the door, but before she can leave I grab her arm. Her skin is hot under my ice cold fingers. She's so alive. "Please come back Billie. I'm so terribly lonely in this house. Just once, come back to visit me. I have to spend my eternity trapped amongst these demons. I want to see you again, if only once more."

Billie bites her lip and her chocolate eyes lock with mine. "Alright."

With that one word something inside me stirs.

Billie hurries back to the kitchen, talks with Constance for a few minutes, and then walks back down the driveway. Just before she passes my window, she turns back and smiles up at me again. Holding up my hand shyly, I waggle my fingers in a small wave.

Already I wish that Billie would come back. She has so much life inside her, so much compassion. There's just something about her that makes me feel alive too, if only for a brief moment.