Memories are reality’s ghosts

They’re ghosts, surely, and Rabbit absolutely believes in them. There are things in the world, strange machinations of physics and chemistry,queer intersections of biology and theology, that Rabbit hasn’t the slightest interest in assuming he’ll...

You pretty much have to take the job since you hit him with the car.

Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind/Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind,/Now slip, now slide, now move unseen,/Above, beneath, betwixt, between.

It’s easier to dismiss ghosts in the daylight.

Hazel frowned. “Why that one?””You don’t see the ghost?” Frank asked.”Ghost?” Nico asked.Okay… if Frank was seeing a ghost that the Underworld kids couldn’t see, something was definitely wrong.

Elohim was, in logical terminology, the genus of which ghosts, Chemosh, Dagon, Baal, and Jahveh were species. The Israelite believed Jahveh to be immeasurably superior to all other kinds of Elohim. The inscription on the...

There are reasons why it is often difficult to reach our dead. When we do, our lives and everything we believe to be true can be turned entirely upside down.

The past had already been dealt with, to one end or another, it was certain, fixed, the horror of it was already over.For the living at least. They grieved, yes, but they were not trapped...

Some ghosts or felt presences may simply be the essence of another living person projected outward while sleeping.

True love is like ghosts which many believe in, but few have seen.

The rancid odor mixed with the dust, death, and confusion as they awaited those who could clean up the mess and make death official.

His ghost comes back to be remembered. If he can’t be in this life, he procures a way to stay in orbit, and in that way, is never forgotten.

There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomachin a hangman’s noose. It is this same lack in noise that lives, there! in thedarkness of the grave, how it frightens...

Ghosts could walk freely tonight, without fear of the disbelief of men; for this night was haunted, and it would be an insensitive man who did not know it.

Sigmund Freud.” The resulting image-Sigmund Freud with flowing hair and tigers and too much men’s makeup-haunts me to this day.

Well, if you’d let me explain before you went bolting outta the room, then you’d know, wouldn’t you? It seems to me that you’re quite dead. So I’ve come to collect you.” –Sam

Not really.

I will tell him that I’ve always thought he was a monster. And that I want to be his bride

As I pen these words to leave a lasting record, I wonder myself where it all began.

Never invite any kind of spirit to enter either your home or your person. This is an extremely important point to remember. To do so always risks to unwittingly invite evil spirits in, instead. Good...

Do you really want to know where we come from?” she said. “In every century, in every country, they’ll call us something different. They’ll say we’re ghosts, angels, demons, elemental spirits, and giving us a...

I have a new nickname for Dottie. She’s now the Crazy Whisperer.

Herr Schiller? Are there really any such things as ghosts?’ The old man did not even show surprise at the question. He heaved a sigh. ‘Yes Pia, there are. But never the ones you expect.

Okay. When he comes, you can see him?””Yes. I can hear him, too. And he, uh…”She brushed the bandage on the side of her skull. I looked at her in bewilderment. Was she serious?”He hits...

Tangled onto the shuttle, we were being woven back and forth to create the same tapestry of despair and heartbreak and loss. It was so muchbigger than I could see before, and all I had...

I might be afraid of ghosts and like dragons and those things, but I’m not afraid of the Taliban.

The scratching came from the attic. At night, when Rory turned out the light I would lie awake and wait for it to skit, skit, skit lightly across the floorboards above our heads and down...

This was going to be worse than the time I table danced in the diner in high school!

Never go down to the darkest room. Stay far away from the rotting coffin. If you want to live through the night, let the devil sleep.

I’m fading, Bethany, I know it. I think that’s what happened to my dad, that’s why I can’t see him. One day I’ll be so see-through that you’ll forget I was ever here, just like...

What we believe spirit visitors to be influences how they affect our lives. What we believe ourselves to be dictates how we react to them.

And no, I think i’m better than you because I am better than you.

I noticed that in a corner, across from where they ate with such innocent relish, sitting forlorn and abandoned, was the ghost of their son. He had lost both of his arms, one side of...

The fact that you and I are acquaintances only interested and amused the ghosts further. Gossip bunch, really.

You told us this place was haunted. How haunted is it?”Paul cast a quick glance at the house. “I’m not sure. When they found the bodies twenty years ago, the place became off-limits. That was...

As a spirit having a human experience, you can choose to not merely exist but to be fully conscious and aware of living in a limited world. When you take a conscious part in life...

…his voice was like the cracking of ice on a winter lake, and the words were mocking

Still the dream persists, suppressed but always there, that somehow by some miraculous effort of the heart what was done could be undone. What form would such atonement take that would turn back time and...

I tell you, my idea of a ghost is something quite different. Dead men rise up never – read even your poets. Ghosts breed in the living.

For when all else is done, on­ly words re­main. Words en­dure.

When you go out hunting wicked spirits, it’s the simple things that matter most. The silvered point of your rapier flashing in the dark; the iron filings scattered on the floor; the sealed canisters of...

Turns out there’s a reason smoking is not allowed on construction sites.

Maybe she’d seen too many Japanese horror movies, and maybe it was just a tingle of warning from generations of superstitious ancestors, but suddenly she knew that what Alyssa wanted was not to be saved,...

Out in the shadows of the city, in the houses and cellars, in the secret rooms and locked attics, a stirring cold be sensed. The ghosts and spirits-of-place whispered and muttered on the edge of...

Percy glanced over. He saw the fallen giant and seemed to understand what was happening. He yelled something that was lost in the wind, probably: Go!Then he slammed Riptide into the ice at his feet....

Annabelle was practically standing on my back. It was like wearing an Annabelle backpack.

I wish my talent was something that could be celebrated. You see, I can talk to the dead.

It seemed for a moment as if something was there, loitering between the knurled and towering cherry trees, a flash of a presence as stark as the sight of the snow against their bare branches...

I believe ghost story writing is a dying art.