The subject dropped, and we sat on in the dusk that was rapidly deepening into night. The door into the hall was open at our backs, and a panel of light from the lamps within...

I take up my own pen again – the pen of all my old unforgettable efforts and sacred struggles. To myself – today – I need say no more. Large and full and high the...

We did a Tarotcard reading. She told me different things, most of them depressing andworth forgetting. But what I’ll always remember is her prediction of mydeath, and how I’d become a kind of ghost, ‘wandering’...

No weekends for the gods now. Warsflicker, earth licks its open sores,fresh breakage, fresh promotions, chanceassassinations, no advance.Only man thinning out his own kindsounds through the Sabbath noon, the blindswipe of the pruner and his...

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.

Where books had been a comfort before, they became a necessity, old books best of all: thick heavy tomes with stories that spread and twisted through other worlds, where he could walk like a ghost...

Being dead does have its advantages.”-Alastor

The tales of pure terror, of course, are completely naturalistic in their content, and must stand or fall by their merit alone. But what about the supernatural stories? Can we, the children of a scientific...

It was no wonder that they thus questioned one another’s actual and bodily existence, and even doubted of their own. So strangely did they meet in the dim wood that it was like the first...

Anger is a ghost.Human is the host.

I tell you about a fact and truth. In physical reality of matter, there’s no such thing as an imaginary spirit nor spiritual ghost. They are also made of matter, but totally different in size...

The past is a ghost, the future a dream and all we ever have is now.

It had all begun on the elevated. There was a particular little sea of roots he had grown into the habit of glancing at just as the packed car carrying him homeward lurched around a...

She had golden blazing sun kissed hair, which hung down in loose, lazy spirals, a heart shaped pouted mouth, which was pink tinged with violet blushing, wide, spangled blue eyes that glimmered sparks to flicker...

My life will end someday, but it will end at my convenience.

The thing you let Die within when you are Alive, will be carried with your Soul after Death.

Eight-and-twenty years,’ said I, ‘I have lived, and never a ghost have I seen as yet.’The old woman sat staring hard into the fire, her pale eyes wide open.’Ay,’ she broke in; ‘and eight-and-twenty years...

I was too much taken up with another interest to care; I felt beneath my feet the threshold of the strange door, in my life, which had suddenly been thrown open and out of which...

We do remember once we were wrong sacrificing everything for idols and stones likewise today for ghost and phantoms.

I’m chasing a decade old ghost. Searching beneath the rafters of a cobweb-filled haven lined with old memories which my brain cannot accept are dead. The light of nostalgia is burning bright inside my heart....

I had wanted to write Ghost Country for a long time, but it wouldn’t work.

In life,i encountered chameleons,snakes,demons,fake faces,fake relationship,haters,black magicians,hell,overdoses,dark nights and life less broken dreams,broken heart and lot more but i never stopped the ride.

Do you like a good ghost story?”-Jonah

When he had eaten, Mr. Lecky lay down on his cot, though he did not expect to sleep. The four lanterns continued to shed their thin floods of light. Against the dark, this illumination set...

The Toyota plowed headlong into the boy. But there was no impact. No screams, no blood, no bending metal.The boy simply dematerialized in a swirl of white light.

When you feel terribly angry, you’re possessed by anger ghost.

Aaron: Dude, one thing the guy said is you don’t taunt voodoo.Zak: Am I taunting?Aaron: Dude, you’re taunting the crap out of it!Zak: I am sorry, I am not taunting you I am just talking…Talking...

Hindi mo ba alam na mas marami tayong kaibigan na hindi nakikita kumpara sa nakikita?

Maybe I’ll really try to kiss her, even if I fall through her like a raindrop.

Hello? Anyone there?” I ask again. Repeating myself. I am beginning to feel rather anxious now. Scared, would be a better word to use. Shivers have begun to creep up my spinal cord, and I...

When a lost loved one appears before you, it’s your brain that fights it, not your heart.

Every man will tell you little boys should not play with dolls but ask any mother and they will tell you, every little boy has gone to sleep cuddled into one at one time in...

We designate the spirit of the well as ‘she’ because in most of her personifications she takes a female form, though not invariably. She appears in many guises – ghost, witch, saint, mermaid, fairy, and...

I think I just inhaled a cloud shaped like the ghost of my grandpa, and all I have to say is grandma smelled better.

Is he bothering you?” “Nah just some old pervert waiting for the sex show.”The ghost lips curled “If I was alive I’d teach you some manners First I’d-“”I’m sure there are losts of thing you’d...

It was the ghost of rationality itself … This is the ghost of normal everyday assumptions which declares that the ultimate purpose of life, which is to keep alive, is impossible, but that this is...

It is not in my nature to be interested in the living.But there are many things, I have found, that defy nature.

Maybe these whole woods are haunted with crushed girl ghosts and that’s what I’m hearing. They’re coming to check me out, make sure I’m cool. Which I’m not, so they’ll be disappointed.

A stick won’t stick to a wall, so why is it called a stick? Likewise, why aren’t love and ghost the same word? Both are dead and invisible.

And suddenly, in the place of the woman-shape made of shadow, there was something else. Something huge, something ugly. Linay flung up both hands. The thing screamed like a hawk and opened to wings: one...

My greatest thrill was the day Mad magazine spoofed ‘Ghost.’

She walked with a ghost of herself, one full of potential and possibility. One who was fearless. Where had that girl gone?

With red clay between my toes,and the sun setting over my head,the ghost of my mother blows in,riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord,riding on a honeysuckle breeze.

Oh God just look at me now… one night opens words and utters pain… I cannot begin to explain to you… this… I am not here. This is not happening. Oh wait, it is, isn’t...

His kiss was like no other! His kiss was enchanted and fairy-tale like. He applied pressure, but just enough to feel his tenderness and warmth. I could feel his heart beating wildly as he pressed...

And if sometimes, late at night in bed, I questioned whether or not I truly was insane, I told myself that it didn’t matter. I was too happy to care.

No! no! My engagement is with no bride–the worms! the worms expect me! I am a dead man–I have been slain by robbers–my body lies at Wurtzburg–at midnight I am to be buried–the grave is...

I believe ghost story writing is a dying art.

The smell of silence looks like the ghost of my grandpa. My love is deeper than six feet of dirt, and considerably easier to shovel.

A friend comes over with a Ouija board.It spells out: Bourbon. Where’s the band?Just because you’re dead doesn’t mean you can’t have fun.