Digging up My Bones
If he wanted to spend more time close to Samuel now, I saw no reason to stop him.
But Samuel was behaving strangely. Despite the stifling heat, he didn't bother restoring the electricity to the house. Every night, he lay in the pitch-black room, sweating as if he were in a sauna.
In the middle of the night, sometimes he cried, and sometimes he laughed. He was like a madman.
He cleaned the courtyard and the house until they were spotless, even piquing Jessie's curiosity as she observed from next door.
She caught him staring blankly at the gate and asked, "Are you planning to sell the house? But this is a haunted house. It won't be easy to sell it."