#ghost

As Sandy and his wife warmed to the tale, one tripping up another in their eagerness to tell everything, it gradually developed as distinct a superstition as I ever heard, and not without poetry and pathos. How long it was since the voice had been heard first, nobody could tell with certainty. Jarvis's opinion was that his father, who had been coachman at Brentwood before him, had never heard anything about it, and that the whole thing had arisen within the last ten years, since the complete dismantling of the old house: which was a wonderfully modern date for a tale so well authenticated. According to these witnesses, and to several whom I questioned afterwards, and who were all in perfect agreement, it was only in the months of November and December that "the visitation" occurred. During these months, the darkest of the year, scarcely a night passed without the recurrence of these inexplicable cries. Nothing, it was said, had ever been seen - at least nothing that could be identified. Some people, bolder or more imaginative than the others, had seen the darkness moving, Mrs Jarvis said with unconscious poetry. ("The Open Door") ↗

— Margaret Oliphant

#ghost #haunting #superstition #dating

You fuck - you ate my cat! ↗

— Kendare Blake

#cats #death #ghosts #humor #death

After I’m dead, I want to ghostwrite my autobiography.   ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#dead #death #ghostwrite #supernatural #death

We're all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us. ↗

— Liam Callanan

#death #ghosts #liam-callanan #the-cloud-atlas #death

This whole goddam house stinks of ghosts. I don’t mind so much being haunted by a dead ghost, but I resent like hell being haunted by a half-dead one. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#ghosts #haunted #resentment #death

Being dead does have its advantages.”-Alastor ↗

— Dana Michelle Burnett

#death #dying #ghost #ghosts #haunted-houses

None of the dead come back. But some stay. ↗

— John of Patmos

#death-ghosts #death

Do you still believe that I am only a dream?"-Alastor ↗

— Dana Michelle Burnett

#dreams #ghosts #dreams

Whose are all these ghosts?” she said, smiling at a flustered-looking Geraldine. “Oh,” said Geraldine, “I think they might be mine...? ↗