If I had a ghost living on my street. I would try try to stay alive, and offer him some meat!

At night, here in the library, the ghosts have voices.

The ghosts will eat everything because the bellies of ghosts want the whole world, just to fill one tiny corner.

Back in the 1800’s, Ormsby Island was one of South Carolina’s crown jewels. The island was owned by Maxwell Ormsby, a very wealthy man who liked to entertain everyone from heads of state to artists...

If you believe the Bible is true, you ought to know that demons are real. The Bible is filled with references of evil and demons, and Christ repeatedly cast out demons, so I believe the...

The wolf turned to Rachel. She was afraid to run, afraid fleeing would make it chase her. Somewhere in the stored files of her mind, she remembered one should not look directly at a menacing...

I write for ghosts; the ghosts I can’t see but I know stick around. Some I know are good. Others I know are bad. The first bring me nostalgic comfort while the latter instill unease.

Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreamsplay when time is askew? Are we not...

I am not in love with him, I am in love with ghosts. So is he, he’s in love with ghosts.

Elvis is the soul of discretion.

Get dressed. We have more ghosts to help.

But you must stop playing among his ghosts — it’s stupid and dangerous and completely pointless. He’s trying to lay them to rest here, not stir them up, and you seem eager to drag out...

The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.

There are savages without God in any proper sense of the word, but none without ghosts.

It occurred to me that if I were a ghost, this ambiance was what I’d miss most: the ordinary, day-to-day bustle of the living. Ghosts long, I’m sure, for the stupidest, most unremarkable things.

Insects crawled across my skin, legs skittering across my flesh, numbed paths of cold left in their wake. They were the creatures that heralded my ghosts, and I knew them well, yet the revulsion they...

GhostsTake shape under moonlight,materialize in dreams.Shadows. Silhouettesof what is no more. Butghosts don’tbother me. The day bringsbigger things to worry aboutthan flimsy remains ofyesterday. No, spooks don’tscare me.Gauzy apparitions mightprank your psyche oragitate your nightmares,but...

The ghosts that exert the most power in people’s lives-at least, the people I know–tend to be of their own making, and consist of equal parts regret and old fears and just plain missing somebody.

Because I love a pair of pretty green eyes.” He grinned.

Michael had learned the hard way that nothing good came from interfering in the affairs of the afterlife.

These were the things we would never notice were missing.

So many men and women I have wronged, reduced to ghosts and shades. They surround me, but I can never let them know I regret what I have cost them, both the living and the...

While he attends to his rats, Persinger gives me the lowdown on the haunt theory. Why would a certain type of electromagnetic field make one hear things or sense a presence? What’s the mechanism? The...

Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that’s what.

The difference in our potential as angels or demons is the effect of time on the decisions we make.

Any big hotels have got scandals,” he said. “Just like every big hotel has got a ghost. Why? Hell, people come and go. Sometimes one of em will pop off in his room, heart attack...

But soon the poltergeist ran out of ideas in connection with Aunt Maud and became, as it were, more eclectic. All the banal motions that objects are limited to in such cases, were gone through...

Rosehill was shady and beautiful, the most serene place I could imagine. It had been closed to the public for years, and sometimes as I wandered alone – and often lonely – through the lush...

You don’t get the good shots sitting on your ass in the bad weather- Mark Johnson

He reflects on all the times he thought she wasn’t sure of her feelings for him, when perhaps she might’ve been taking a leisurely stroll across Elijah’s heart, leaving footprints behind that he’d never seen.