You weren't quite alive and you weren't quite dead. A ghost kept alive by love and vengeance and some magic of the Moors...

You lingered around him of course. Heathcliff. Your childhood playmate...Your love...Your everything. He couldn't let you rest. He needed you too bad...Oh how he wept and paced about trying to catch just a glimpse of his poor love...

When a guest staying at Wuthering Heights woke up screaming about a hand knocking on his window Heathcliff knew it was you.

He hurried the man out and immediately flung the window open and kneeled by it, weeping. "Please...Please come in!" He calls it desperately. "Don't leave me here alone in this abyss, my darling!"