Because I seeA rainstorm in JuneJust before the sunThe black of nightJust before the starsAnd, girl, I see your ghostJust before our dawn

No, little one, George’s ghost won’t come back. Human beings don’t have souls. No soul, no ghost. Simple.””How can you say that?” protested Mopple. “We don’t know whether humans have souls or not.””Every lamb knows...

Jim said he believed it was spirits, but I says: no, spirits wouldn’t say “dern the dern fog”.

The Goddess spoke to all the dead. She was beloved for it. It seemed she passed on that gift to you. Oh, it taxed her immensely, but she tried to set as many to rest...

ghost” of a motor vehicle? A public conveyance, presumably, which didn’t head towards the light, move on to join the choir invisible in… bus heaven, the great terminus in the sky, where all good buses...

For a more than miffed Midnight, fate was for emperors, fools and soppy lovers: – fate was the self-important egotism of those doing well, the sheer unbearable arrogance of the living and loved.

Ghosts are not what I remember of my childhood; but somehow they infuse memories of myself as a child, the little girl in a storybook, with ghosts hovering around her.

She gritted her teeth. The man dances like a clod. I’d rather dance with Mr Jenkins, who can barely move.

Modernity kills ghostly romance(“The Undying Thing”)

Before they knew it, Ormsby Island would become a paranormal attraction like Waverly Hills or Houghton Mansion or the Whaley House. The place would be crawling with people anxious to catch a ghost on camera...

A house with old furniture has no need of ghosts to be haunted.

To my surprise, the sensation of query filled my stomach, spreading through to every corner. This was followed by each point of query ending at the same answer. Device Nineteen had responded to the question...

…most ghosts are a rag and a bone and a hank of hair at best–a memory fragment stuck on continual loop, just dust and PKE and water-vapour with no real “there” there. Leftover fragments of...

Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us.

Maybe pulling her emotions out and inserting in his logic would change this morbid course. But damn if he’d joke about it like she did.

You tell me the dead are coming through a crack in my barn, but I shouldn’t worry?

The only way, I thought to myself, that this could get any weirder would be if it turns out he has that dead body’s head on ice where in the basement, some ready for transplantation...

Ghosts are the only ones who never have to feel scared. Because the worst thing in the world has already happened to them.

I wrote this book for the ghosts, who, because they’re outside of time, are the only ones with time. After the last rereading (just now), I realize that time isn’t the only thing that matters,...

Everything is worse…if you think something is looking at you.

Ghosts… they are the completions of the deads intended gestures, there unfinished plans still hanging in the air – something like when you forgot one thing and so you pantomime the motion.

Truly the universe is full of ghost, not sheeted churchyard spectres, but the inextinguishable elements of individual life, which having once been, can never die, though they blend and change, and change again for ever.

Oh, very good,’ interrupted Snape, his lip curling. ‘Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. ‘Ghosts are transparent.

He specialized in a particular kind of friendship with that eight-limbed, inscrutable, treacherous creature, the happily married coupe, adapting himself closely and lightly to the composite personality.A peevish dead woman…it’s absurd…how much less humiliating for...

I let ya in—into my life…my death…my heart.” He reached up like he was going to touch my face. “And now I don’t know how to get ya out.

Live from a place of love. It conquers all that is evil.

I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy...

There was a profound silence, abruptly broken by an enormously loud rumble from George’s stomach. Plaster didn’t actually fall from the ceiling, but it was close.

I am not going to ask that old man if his family home is haunted!

What are you going to fill it with?” she asks. “Holy water or something?” “Probably Dasani,” Thomas replies.

Anxiety kicked in. I lacked people skills all my life. Any normal human interaction was foreign to me. I don’t know what to say, to not look like a major dork or something. I am...

There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood. The...

Twas now the very witching time of night,When churchyards groan, and graves give up their dead,And many a mischievous, enfranchised spriteHad long since burst his bonds of stone or lead,And hurried off, with schoolboy-like delight,To...

Ed io scorgevo sempre quella tempesta che ti porti dentro, nei tuoi occhi, nelle tue mani che si nascondono tra i capelli annodati, nei vestiti che abbandoni sul pavimento aspettando che qualcuno li riordini e...

Now that’s a ghastly moon, not ghostly.

Buried and burned. Never find them. Never. Buried and buried.

I think locality exercises strange influence over some minds. The peaceful meadow-scenery holds no lurking horrors in its bosom, but in the lonesome moorlands, full of curiously molded boulders, grotesque fancies must assail one there....

Terror made me cruel . . .

Well, well, well. Tickle my Elmo ass silly. I was sitting across from a person who enjoyed talking to dead people, and if they wouldn’t talk, then by God, he’d just wake their corpses up...

Which do you think is more valuable to humanity?a. Finding ways to tell humans that they have free will despite the incontrovertible fact that their actions are completely dictated by the laws of physics as...

Sometimes we just have to accept the fact we can’t explain everything. Life happens, whether we want it to or not and we don’t always have a reason why. Our job is to try and...

Like most people, my views about ghosts and haunted places were traditional while growing up. I believed ghosts were human spirits. Not that I talked to many people about the subject or my experiences. I...

The mirror had no power. The mirror was just a piece of silvered glass; the enchantment was all in me.

I assure you; while I look like a ghost, I’m no spirit or demon. I’m nothing but a girl struggling to make her way in an intolerant world. I bleed, I love, and someday, I’ll...

When I was ten all I knew was that I hated the weird words used to describe whatever it was that was wrong with my brother—to this day I think it all happened because he...

The banana flavour of his accidental conception, and the banana theme of his accidental death, now all seemed to conspire against him and rather suggest the universe, Mr Fate or whoever did have some sort...

So many horrid Ghosts.

How do you weigh a soul?Is it heavy with love or hate?Does it deny the things it’s done?Does it even remember its own name?Does it miss those it has loved?Does it long for the life...

But this isn’t a ghost story: the ghost is in the background, where she has to be. If she was in the foreground she’d be a person.

As she walked to the stairway, he pulled her back with a light tug on her shoulder. “They’re responding to you now.”Turning to face him, she said, “Responding to me? What did I say?””The hallway...