He kneels before the alter in the church, hoping to god that whatever had been haunting him these past few days would leave him alone.

It’s gotten to the point where Will is thinking about moving into the church just to stop the hauntings from happening…

“God, help me.”

he whispers as he holds his hands together, he lets out a small huff of disbelief… he just wants a normal life. not one he lives in fear.

“I’m being haunted.”

he whispers softly, in a shy way even…he was intimidated.