Hey, guys. I'm sorry if this chapter isn't so long or as good as the others. The inspiration gods are not helping me, hahaha. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Review!

"Well, well, well." A male voice, Chad Warwick, spoke behind me. "It looks like we're having another gay relationship in this house. I will make sure it is just as unhappy as my relationship is." His evil laughter echoed through the haunted house. He would do no harm; he wouldn't touch Billie Dean Howard. Not now, not ever.

Nora's POV

"Hello, Mr. Warwick." I turned to him with a vicious smile. "I was truly disappointed when you weren't exorcised from this house, but I would give almost everything, if not everything, to have your soul burning in hell. Even God in his mercy would see you're arrogant and extremely unpleasant."

"Oh, honey, I don't think you know." He came closer and said in a lower voice "This is hell." He motioned to the house. "And your little wifey knows it." He winked.

"She isn't my girlfriend. We don't have any kind of relationship other than friendship." Even though my voice was strong and affirmative, it hurt me to say those words. It was the same feeling when the just friends incident happened. It was pure disappointment. Still, I had to protect her from this place. These walls. These souls. "I knew you were arrogant, but stupidity is a whole new level. You're almost relatable with Charles."

"Since I've died in this house I seek for revenge." Chad said with gritted teeth.

Patrick appeared by his side, saying "It isn't fair, Nora, that you get to have a lovely relationship with the medium while I have to be stuck here with him."

"It was because of you, in fact, that we are here. Because of the stupid baby you wanted and you killed us." Rage burned inside Chad's eyes, they couldn't kill me but they could still make me suffer and they knew it.

"I did not kill you! That's a lie!" I yelled on their faces.

"But Tate did and he did it to please you." Patrick said, coming closer and wrapping his arms around me so I couldn't move.

"Leave me alone!" I screamed and shouted; still no one came to help me. "Leave me be!" I cried, screamed and tried to disentangle myself from his arms, but he was a man after all and still stronger than me.

They took me to the basement and Patrick tied me to a chair, I tried to move but the grip was too tight. "Stay still, honey, because this will hurt." Patrick then kneeled in front of me, grabbed my arms and with a knife he slowly opened it up. My white skin stained with blood, he proceeded to do the same with the side of my cheek.

I was sobbing, screaming, still he didn't stop. Even as a ghost, the pain was unbearable as he ripped my skin and let the blood drip, I felt every touch. "Chad, I give you the honor." Patrick then gave the knife to Chad Warwick who stabbed my chest countless times and I finally died, only to be reborn again.

Tate appeared (someone appeared, finally) behind the couple and screamed "LEAVE HER ALONE!" and stabbed them on the middle of their spines, he repeated like a mantra "LEAVE HER ALONE! LEAVE HER ALONE!" and kept stabbing them, until his hands and shirt were covered in blood. He untied me and kneeled in front of me, his eyes watering "I'm so sorry I didn't show up before, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry." The gay couple got back to life and Tate turned to them, still holding my hand. "Go away. GO AWAY!" And the couple disappeared not before promising that it wouldn't stay like this.

"Oh, honey, it's okay now. It's okay." I kissed his forehead and he looked up at me, smiling.

"I hope you didn't forget an advice you told me a few years ago. You just have to say go away, they won't hurt you anymore because they'll mind me." Tate mimicked my words.

"Thank you, darling. Thank you." I got up and dried my tears.

Gladly, Billie Dean didn't show up that day. I laid on my bed thinking about the last events, replaying what they have said. My mind was lost between the gay couple and Billie Dean Howard and the beauty of her body and soul. My thoughts were interrupted when the maid, Moira, came to talk to me.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

"We're equals here, do not treat me that way." Moira warned.

"I-I'm sorry." Even though I didn't want to give in, I did. She looked like she would do no harm.

"I've been observing and watching you the whole time since I've died here, you never looked happy, you were always crying in the corners or hiding in this place." She looked at me. "I've never seen you happy, until Ms. Howard arrived." I bit my inner cheeks to contain my smile "Of course, I didn't watch you two down here or otherwise she would have noticed, but I did feel hope in this place and I felt love. Just like when the Harmon's died and they got back to be a happy family again." She said beautiful things, but I didn't know what her point was after all. "I'm glad you, Nora, can be happy, I truly am. I'm tired of seeing only terrible things happening inside this house, but I shall remind you: Some souls here are disturbed and they don't want to see your happiness, so be careful. I'm sure you don't want another soul trapped in here, right?" She arched an eyebrow and stood up. "It was great talking to you, Nora. I'll get myself going now." And like that she left through the door.

I didn't want to stop seeing Billie, but I'd make the next time she came to visit I'd be sincere and tell her everything. Deep in my heart, I did want her to stay with me and not leave, yet from all the people in the world, Billie Dean Howard was the last one who deserved to be stuck in this place. It was her choice to stay or let go.