Raise the dead (an Enoch O'Connor origin story)

Part one

Nestled in the grey and dreary city of London, there lay a peculiar funeral home. It has earned it's title of being peculiar because of the happenings that once befell it. It was owned by a family. But not just any family. The O'Conners, who had migrated to London from Glasgow, and the lot of them still had an underlying scottish brogue. The couple that ran the place were sour people. Only concerned about money. They were called Rose and Emmet O'Conner, and they despised every living thing... including their 13 year old son, Enoch. Poor poor Enoch. A boy who was raised in a funeral parlor. The whole town gossiped and yapped about his perceived misfortune. Enoch however didn't mind the parlor at all, for he was quite fond of dead things. However he did mind his parents, and their seething, abusive remarks about his very being. Amd that brings me to the subject of this story. This tale is about a boy. A boy you may know from another tale... but forget everything you think you know, because the doors have just been opened, and walls have been broken, and the past has been revealed. This is the unfortunate story of Enoch O'Conner.