Nora's POV

I have never felt any lonelier. The Harmon family would always laugh and cherish moments of greatness together and I'd stand here, alone on my sorrow. Crying out the sadness and longing inside my heart. Sometimes Constance and that little tricky evil boy would come, this house, my house would fill even more with tragedy with his evil little plans. He'd sit and tell his grandmother about the horrendous stories about how he killed unknown people. God, it was disgusting.

A certain day, another woman came along then. She came here once when they tried to exorcise the soul of those two men, Chad Warwick, and his partner, Patrick, from the house. Her name was Billie Dean Howard if I'm not mistaken; I heard Constance complaining about something.

"Please, Billie, help me. Tate won't talk to me."

"Constance, you know I-" She was in the middle of saying something when Constance interrupted her, grabbing her hand.

"Please, Billie Dean." A pleading tone in Constance's voice.

"I-Okay." She sighed, not so pleased to do such a thing. The medium closed her eyes and walked around the living room, feeling the place. "He refuses talking to you, he's mad, he's angry but I can feel that-" She got quiet for a brief moment "He's also lonely and broken, even though his soul it is still so evil and dark, but it feels lighter since the first time I came here." I came closer to the medium, standing behind her. She stopped moving and opened up her eyes "Oh" Billie smiled "Mrs. Montgomery?" I couldn't help but smile, "It's a pleasure." I'm sorry for everything you lost, Mrs. Montgomery. She silently spoke, using her mind. Thank you, Mrs. Howard. People would always be "sorry" for my lost and I never thought they were being any kind or truthful, how could you be sorry for a ghost? This time was different, though, I felt like she was really sorry. She was, yes, being kind and truthful. Someone.

"Nora." Constance nodded.

"I'd prefer Mrs. Montgomery." I shot a glance to Constance, she knew very much I didn't like her.

I turned to Billie Dean "Ms. Howard, do you want something? A glass of water? A cup of tea? After all, it is still my house." Even though no one really lived here or came to bought the house due The Harmon's family effort to scare any other dwellers, the house still had everything working because the Real Estate agent, Marcy, insisted on trying to sell the house and she still failed every time.

"You can call me Billie. Still, thank you so much, Mrs. Montgomery. I'm just fine." Billie Dean smiled so brightly that I swear I felt the whole place illuminate which didn't happen often. Or at all. I felt a warm feeling on my chest, for so long I was numb that I almost forgot how it felt like.

Constance interrupted our interaction by clapping her hands together and saying "Shall we go, Billie Dean? Little Michael here is hungry and I have lots to do today." Billie looked then at me and was about to grab her purse Please, do not go. Not yet. I need to talk to someone; it has been such a long time.

"Constance, I think I might stay a little longer, I'll try to convince Tate. After all, it is my job." Constance looked surprised, but was happily agreeing and thanked Billie endless times. She hugged Billie and a strange feeling on my chest, it felt like rage but it wasn't so. It was worse. I have never felt such a thing, not with Charles. Not with any other ghost at this house. Not a human. Ever. I cleared my throat loudly enough to interrupt the hug. Billie looked confused, I noted and I tried to dissemble that feeling.

"Thank you, again, Billie. I'll get myself going now. Bye, darling." Constance waved, heading to the door with an electric Michael on her hand.

As soon as Constance left, she turned to me saying gently "You wanted to talk to someone?"

"I'm so sorry, so sorry I had to bring you to such a dusted place, but that's the only place where we can be in peace. Not really peace, but I hope you know what I meant." It was not supposed to be a joke, clearly, but Billie laughed softly and I caught myself smiling at this. Suddenly, the reason of my sadness hit me like a train. My eyes filled with tears and I sighed. Billie Dean came closer and hugged me.

"Oh, Mrs. Montgomery, what happened?" She asked holding me so carefully, almost lovingly. Again, no one has ever done that to me. Not my mother who never treated me with any love, throwing me into that Charles' arms, that monster. Just that thought made me disgusted.

"You can call me Nora, if it pleases you." She nodded in response. "It's- Everything in this place is so dark, it makes me feel so lonely, so, so lonely and there isn't anyone here for me. All these troubled souls, all stuck in here and there's the Harmon's always so happy with their children. This is so not fair, Billie. It isn't fair, I wasn't supposed to feel like this. To be trapped here for the whole eternity, what have I done?" I didn't realize I started crying; Billie hugged me tightly, whispering that everything would be okay.

She grabbed my face in her hands and said "My grandmother used to tell me that beautiful women shouldn't cry and, Nora, you are a beautiful woman." I sniffed and she wiped my tears, Charles would call me pretty in our nights of lust, where I would drink myself enough to be touched by him, but he never called me beautiful and he definitely never, ever made my stomach flutter this way. "Don't cry, Nora. Nothing deserves your tears; your soul is too good for everything in this house." And I almost believed that everything would be okay, that everything would be just fine. I almost did, if it wasn't for the time she left the house and I realized she wouldn't stay here forever, I don't even know if she would come back. But I did hope so, I did hope she'd come back tomorrow as she said she would, because it would make this place better. Definitely a lot better.