"Yeah..." Barb spoke quietly, her usual twang almost gone. "Couple a' people have started sayin' the place's haunted, but that's just nonsense. Not goin' anywhere, though - someone's been tellin' everyone who sets foot here 'bout what happened." She turned back to him, expectantly. "Think you might...?"
He shook his head. The old apartment wasn't haunted - at least not the boo-shouting-chain-rattling variety - but he might never step foot inside without remembering the smell of blood and cordite.
He sighed. "Not yet."
Barb nodded, grim understanding lining her face, then gently pulled him close.
"It's... empty?"
"Yeah..." Barb spoke quietly, her usual twang almost gone. "Couple a' people have started sayin' the place's haunted, but that's just nonsense. Not goin' anywhere, though - someone's been tellin' everyone who sets foot here 'bout what happened." She turned back to him, expectantly. "Think you might...?"
He shook his head. The old apartment wasn't haunted - at least not the boo-shouting-chain-rattling variety - but he might never step foot inside without remembering the smell of blood and cordite.
He sighed. "Not yet."
Barb nodded, grim understanding lining her face, then gently pulled him close.
"Welcome home, Billy."
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