While traveling in a storm, Glen Harper takes a wrong turn and crashes his car. Unhurt but cold and wet, he decides to get help. Using a distant light as a guide, Glen discovers an uninhabited cottage, where he lights a much needed fire. Glen quickly warms up but soon becomes aware of a presence in the room. Hank Waterford is the caretaker of the estate where Glen found refuge from the storm. They meet when Glen, thinking he’s alone in the cottage, jumps into Hank’s bed. Both men are strongly attracted to each other, but they have to overcome a hurdle Glen never anticipated: the spirit of Henry, the estate owner’s son, who committed suicide after his unrequited love for Hank became too much to bear. Together Glen and Hank must deal with Henry, who haunts the manor house as well as Hank’s cottage. Can they find a solution that will allow Henry’s spirit to finally come to rest? Will he accept Glen and Hank’s relationship, or will he become a malevolent presence in their lives?

The Haunted Caretaker

I recalled my experience, fucking Hank’s incredible ass. Just the thought of it made me hard again, but again there was that sense of something missing. And at last I remembered Henry, and realized it was his presence that I missed.


I shifted, and felt Hank shift, so that I realized he was awake, too. He rolled over to face me and looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face, but didn’t say anything for some time. But I noticed the slight frown on his face.


“He’s—gone,” he said, his newly-awake voice hardly more than a croak.


There was something in that tone that registered in my heart, a kind of mournful despair. Oddly enough, I found that I reacted to it not only with sympathy but with a slight irritation, borne of hurt. I nodded, but then said, “But I’mstill here!”


Chapter 21