Don't tell me how to grieve. Don't tell me ghosts fade away eventually, like they do in movies, waving goodbye with see-through hands. Lots of things fade away but ghosts like these don't, heartbreak like these doesn't.
Anthony DoerrTags: ghosts heartbreak
In the dark behind the glare of the television, like a mannequin behind it, I could see a silhouette and it wasn’t moving. It was maybe six foot high with its shoulders hunched and I blinked to make sure it was real. The TV fuzzed grey and white and black and I had a lump in my throat that I couldn’t swallow away. “Rory” I whispered. Clawing out gently beneath the duvet cover, reaching for his hand. But I couldn’t find it. And he didn’t answer.
Kate ChismanTags: night horror haunted girl ghosts nightmares stalking terror nightmare ghost scary frightened stalker scream frightening haunted-house
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 behind the water pipes.
Kate ChismanTags: horror haunted ghosts fright terror ghost frightened haunted-house haunted-houses horror-story
The diamonds glinted under the glare of the chandelier and they looked like a thousand spider eyes
Kate ChismanTags: horror haunted ghosts diamonds terror spiders haunting horror-romance haunted-house jewellery chandelier
These were the things we would never notice were missing.
Kate ChismanTags: horror haunted ghosts lovers missing ghost creepy stalker horror-romance haunted-house
I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us and the house still stood.
Kate ChismanTags: fear love relationships horror togetherness haunted ghosts relationship lovers hardship terror together ghost hard creepy stalker haunted-house creep stalkers fearful stalked horror-story
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past.
Erik TomblinTags: ghosts summer georgia childhood-memories
She had been his talisman, his cure for the insecurities and worries that he knew deep down didn't really matter, but somehow had always managed to get the best of him.
Erik TomblinTags: love beauty ghosts longing soulmates talisman
Do ghosts drink tea?
They don't, said Tansey. But this ghost would love to see a cup of tea in front of her. It'd be lovely.
The others can’t see me,” said the little ghost.
“I know,” I said. “My name’s Gwyneth. What’s yours?”
“Dr. White to you,” said Dr. White.
“I’m Robert,” said the ghost.
“That’s a very nice name,” I said.
“Thank you,” said Dr. White. “I’ll return the compliment by saying you have very nice veins.
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