Only You

6

Years had passed on and Tilly had never seen the boy. 

The pull to see that sweet blonde haired boy was unbearable at times, especially when she heard his cries, but every Halloween she couldn't bear the idea of only getting to see him once a year, so she decided it would be best to avoid the sad situation overall. 

She was sad and quiet, she wasn't seen often by the ghosts, she only occasionally found company with Tate, Moira, Vivian, and sometimes Violet.

 She clung to Tate, with them both being distraught at the fact that they weren't able to see the ones they adored. Tate- Violet, who was still ignoring him, and Tilly- the sweet baby she named Michael.

Constance came over to the house every once in awhile, but never with Michael. 

She knew it would pain Tilly to not see the small boy she bonded with, and she feared that the other ghosts would try to take him away from her. 

Every time she came by, she would sit and chat about Michael and talk about his favorites and dislikes. It was the highlight of her weeks.

There was a big gap in which Constance didn't come to the house, but she would always see her in her backyard gardening rose bushes, so she assumed everything was okay.

One day, Constance came into the house very distressed, immediately calling for Tilly. She appeared instantly, fearing for Michael.

"What's going on Constance?" Tilly followed her into the living room where the old woman sat down lighting a cigarette with shaking hands.

"It's Michael. The other day, I woke up and noticed he was late getting up for school, so I went in to wake him. And there was a stranger in his bed. A grown-ass man was laying in his bed Tilly!" Tilly held her breath, then where was Michael?!

Constance continued, "Well, not a stranger, I mean, it's still him, but he's aged a decade
overnight! He woke up, and acted as if it were normal. I thought something had happened, but as soon as he began to talk, I knew it was still my sweet boy, but I just don't know what to do Tilly! Last night, he came in my room, and tried to strangle me, until he opened his eyes and realized what he was doing. It was like, something, or someone, is telling him to go against me. I'm terrified to say or do the wrong thing."

Tilly thought it over, "It's almost as if he's in a hurry to get somewhere, age-wise, but why? Do you think it would be an effect of being born in this house? Nothing is ever born here, everything only dies. Maybe that's why."

Constance nodded her head in agreement, finishing her cigarette.

"Constance, you told me yourself. You were born to be a mother. Show him love and compassion, and that's all you can do. You can do this Constance, try your hardest and that's all that matters."

They sat in silence for a moment, until Constance could calm down.

She wiped the few stray tears from her eyes, and they both silently walked to the front door. 

"Let me know if I can do anything to help you Constance, you're not alone." Constance smiled slightly, and let the small girl hug her. 

She brushed the hair out of the caring girls eyes and slipped out of the house, walking over to her home where the strange boy awaited.

Tilly shed tears as she watched her friend Constance, dance and drink as she took a full bottle of pills. She could sense the woman's distress as she walked in the room. Tilly watched silently alongside Tate, until she took her last breath and woke up with her children at her side. Constance was swooped away by the four, leaving Tilly in the room with Constance's body.