Horace, like all dogs, heard dead-voices quite often, and sometimes saw their owners.
I dreaded an invasion of ghosts or, less likely, an invasion of the police.
Maybe all the people who say ghosts don’t exist are just afraid to admit that they do.
Are you here about the infestation?”MacMillian stiffened. “I don’t… We aren’t-“Lena cleared her throat. “I’m afraid bugs aren’t really our specialty.””Not bugs.” The woman shook her head vigorously. “Ghosts. Whole place is crawling with ’em.
knowing deep inside some ghosts are too cruel to question
I’ve worked with freshmen that were easier than this.
We’re all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.
I’ll return the compliment by saying you have very nice veins.