He sighed, shaking his head slightly. "It doesn't matter whether it's fair to me or not. I'm not the one who died and has to deal with coming back for a night and then dying all over again." To be given such a mockery of life only to have it snatched away was cruelty at its finest, and if he'd ever had doubts about whether there was a God before, he knew now that there wasn't. There couldn't be. "If the Landlord was still here... I would have asked him. Maybe I could have convinced him somehow to tell me what the hell is going on in that building and why."
Cole paused, trying to recall the tale that Ichabod had found. "I'm almost positive it's the Willful Child. The child... the child died, obviously, and when he was buried his arm kept rising out of the grave. So the mother, uh, struck the arm with a rod or something and then the child could rest." He shrugged. "If Aaron is just a skeleton now, I don't know how to make it stop... hitting him with something seems kind of... I don't know."