Memories are reality’s ghosts

It rubs me the wrong way, a camera… It’s a frightening thing…Cameras make ghosts out of people.

I fell asleep. But later that night I woke up. There was moonlight coming through the window, and shadows of tree branches fell onto the bed, waving gently in the breeze.””And then you saw the...

It was one thing to talk about ghosts, quite another to have them messing around with things in the physical world.

Do you like a good ghost story?”-Jonah

…, imagine a loamy earth that starts with genocide, then adds a mix of further disease, wars, hurricanes, murder, great fires, dueling, insurrection and slavery, just to name a few of the many instances of...

Easily he had turned studying my least favorite subject in history into my now most memorable one. Then there was his want to make our relationship more real than superficial, something very new to me....

It bothered me that he was right. Without Sir Stuart’s intervention, I’d have been dead again already.That’s right–you heard me: dead again already.I mean, come on. How screwed up is your life (after- or otherwise)...

Laura smiled a little wanly in the twilight. “Far more afraid of flesh and blood than ghosts,” she murmured.

Walt also had a humorous sign posted outside the mansion, recruiting ghosts who wanted to enjoy ‘active retirement’ in the “country club atmosphere’ of this ‘fashionable address’. Interested ghosts were to write to the ‘Ghost...

The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.

A writer’s journey may be tough, but never give up and enjoy every moment.

Recognizing the connection to All Things, even in creepy moments, keeps me true to my animistic perspective. Finding growth from them is my choice.

The mere mention of the Farakka Express, which jerks its way eastward each day from Delhi to Calcutta, is enough to throw even a seasoned traveller into fits of apoplexy. At a desert encampment on...

The spirits of the dead are not among us to entertain us… Assuming the revenants you encounter have simply signed up to play haunted house for the amusement of the living is just plain ignorant.

A shade flickered to my left, an eerie shadow balanced even more precariously on the railing than I. Her plimsolls struggled to grip the same rail my fingers now held. I knew her face, just...

The lanterns filled the sky, pulsing with the harmonious light of fireflies, and a great host of ghosts departed from the earth to join them. The higher they rose into the zenith of the heavens,...

Funny isn’t it, that such a large percentage of people believe in the possibility of ghosts yet scoff at stories about then; whereas less than a fifth of one percent think there actually may be...

There was nothing physical she could do to stop Mario from carrying out whatever he wished. She shivered at the thought of what that sleazy, other world leftover might do should she launch an attack...

Aura,” he whispered, “I wish I could wipe away just one of your tears. Then I’dfeel like a person again. Like I’m something more than a bunch of light.

Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.

Don’t matter if you believe in them or not. If they’re there, they’re there,’ Mrs. Phipps said.

Maybe you’re worried that I won’t seduce you?

Yeah, sure.

Some people will tell you werewolves can only shapechange under a full moon, but people also say there’s no such things as ghosts.

Um ,sorry. I cant read the last line.””Fish. Have you stolen any fish from the holy lakes?””I lived in Kansas..So ..no

Mortals were such fickle creatures. They called into the dark, demanded answers and attention from forces they could not comprehend, and yet when they had that attention and those answers, they complained about them.

It wasn’t until I worked in the Perth Hospital kitchen in the 1970s that I began hearing stories about the ghosts that haunted their halls at night.

You rile this gal and she’ll go wildcat on your ass. Patti (Pat) Canella- Dockland murders/Ghosts of your past.

Southampton’s barrage balloons floated gleaming in the moonlight like the ghosts of elephants and hippos.

For a shadow, you hit like a sledgehammer!” The words barely escape before something else slams into the base of my skull embedding most of my upper body in the wall and all but removing...

Hello dead girl,” Isola said, ever the hostess.”Hello heartbeat girl,” said the uninvited guest. “It’s like a drum, it’s so fucking loud. Turn it down, will you?

A scent. Your mother’s shampoo.

They’d never scared him, really. When he was younger, he hadn’t known that there was anything different about them. By the time he was old enough to figure out that no one else could see...

The diamonds glinted under the glare of the chandelier and they looked like a thousand spider eyes

Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.

presences” picking up something real that the rest of us can’t pick up, or are they hallucinating? Here again, we must end with the Big Shrug, a statue of which is being erected on the...

I didn’t know the grim reaper looked like Sid Vicious. – Jen

Healing cannot occur by refusing to listen to the truth, unsettling as it may be.

Doesn´t matter who you are or what you believe. Everybody has a ghost story

I could isolate, consciously, little. Everything seemed blurred, yellow-clouded, yielding nothing tangible. Her inept acrostics, maudlin evasions, theopathies – every recollection formed ripples of mysterious meaning. Everything seemed yellowly blurred, illusive, lost.

I don’t believe in ghosts but they blindly believe in me

I don’t suppose you have to believe in ghosts to know that we are all haunted, all of us, by things we can see and feel and guess at, and many more things that we...

Which grave are we in?” she said.”The oldest.” She felt Eddie’s puzzlement.”That can’t be possible. He looks like he was just buried.””There must be something at work in the chemistry of the island that’s preserving...

I bolted upright in my bed, gasping for air and still feeling his touch on my hand. I could feel him watching me. I could feel him waiting for me.

Charleston is an extraordinary place. There is a deep connection between the residents and nearly three hundred and fifty years of history, and those ties between daily life and the distant past are strengthened by...

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...

There’s a queer streak in human natures. Men come back to places for secret reasons, for feelings they cannot resist.’More than men come back,” I said.

Like they’ve got a mild case of bronchitis. Totally hot.

My inner bitch could handle this peon without even breaking a sweat.