To be haunted is to glimpse a truth that might best be hidden.
Nature is a haunted house–but Art–is a house that tries to be haunted.
The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods...
These were the things we would never notice were missing.
Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream