Connor watched the ghost as well, never taking his eyes off of him. He shifted so he was in front of Elizabeth, his face was passive, neutral, not showing any ounce of fear or worry. He swallowed as the boy cackled some more, spinning around in the circle. 

He sighed, glancing breifly to her, and said softly, "As long as my family has had this farm, the boy has been here. I have done as much research as possible on him, trying to find his bones to burn them, and send him on his way, but I haven't been able to find them" he sighed, "He isn't a boy, despite having the form of one. My conclusion is that he...he...he murdered boys when he was a man. Something happened to him to permentatey make him see himself as a boy" 

"Killed 'em, Killed 'em, bang they go down and they don't come up, why don't they come up?" Jacob's tone had changed once more, this time becoming sad. "I just wanted to play" 

"he will be a particularly violent poltergeist" Connor sighed.