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.

In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.

It doesn’t seem right to throw dirt at you when you’re dead…

Engaging spirits isn’t an elitist ability or industry, it’s being active in the connection with All Things. It’s innate to us all.

Ghosts have a way of misleading you; they can make your thoughts as heavy as branches after a storm.

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...

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...

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...

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.

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.