"Now that I'm free. I could see your house for myself." I said.
Henry looked at me then at his house. Then back at me, with slight hesitation. "Okay I guess? It's the first time I brought someone inside."
"Are you really that miserable? When the house tour is done, I'd teach you how to earn friends."
His face lit up with glee. It's good to see a fix in his damage.
"Say, do you have friends yourself?"
Perhaps. Before he came, I talked to birds that won't reply back. I talked to the grave digger that won't even reply my jests. But perhaps in life, I hasamy friends. More than a hundred.
"Of course. I have tons of friends."
He smiled once again before proceeding to the house.
"I don't think my nanny is inside." Henry said. "She's usually here by the kitchen." I looked at the kitchen absent with life. On the table was a half-eaten peanut butter sandwich.
Everything screams of antique in the house. Ancient paintings lined the wooden walls. It was as if the hallway was alive. Every peering head is looking at him with curiosity.
"Who are these geezers?" I asked.
"Oh. They are my ancestors. Ancient explorers from what my mom could tell. Would you like to here them sometimes?"
"I'd rather not." Henry and his stories would bore me to death. Considering that I'm already dead myself. "So what do you suggest we do? Now that I'm free."
Henry thought...