Page 122 of The Haunting of William Thorn
“What now?” William asked, voice trembling, knowing that it would take more than the universe’s will to separate them again.
“Well.” Edward fished something from his pocket and withdrew a set of familiar keys. “I’ve won Hanbury Manor at an auction. Barely cost an arm, let alone a leg. Turns out no one wants a haunted house, if you can believe it.”
Both men laughed through their tears, William delighting in how cold and real they felt as each one tracked down his cheek. “I can,” he said. “Welcome home, Edward.”
“Home. Not a place, but a person. You, William.” Edward swallowed hard, the hunch in his shoulders rightening slightly. “Can I ask something of… you?”
“Anything.”
“Haunt me, William Thorn.”
William smiled from ear to ear, sticky tracks of tears drying on his cheeks. “It would be my pleasure.”
