818 Quotes About Ghosts

...within a few weeks, the young minister Reverend George York , had expelled the family, accusing them of blasphemy and devil worship. their neighbors suspected the some of them feared the Foxes were in league with the devil, and must have encouraged their daughters to join them by engaging in some kid of 'witchcraft.

The ghostly woman still smiled, but there was no joy in it; it was empty, lunatic. The grin widened showing too much madness - and too many teeth - to be pretty anymore. She moved closer, wrapping cold arms around him.

I long for the daysOf pumpkins and ghosts; When the dead use homes And people as hosts.

How do you weigh a soul?Is it heavy with love or hate?Does it deny the things it's done?Does it even remember its own name?Does it miss those it has loved?Does it long for the life it's lost?How do you weigh a soul?After it has paid the highest cost,Does it lose the will to live?Without a physical shellDoes it sense without handsThat can touch and truly feelDoes it need sustenance to last?A cold drink or warm mealHow do you weigh a soul?Are souls even real?

I’m pretty sure your house isn’t haunted,” he said.She shrugged. “Part of me hopes you’re wrong.

Jessica's hand flew to her mouth. If she had any doubt, the next entry settled it. She read on, cool beads of sweat trickling down the back of her neck, hardly daring to breathe as the black heart of Ormsby Island came closer and closer into focus.

Buried and burned. Never find them. Never. Buried and buried.

It was one thing to talk about ghosts, quite another to have them messing around with things in the physical world.

There's so many kids," he said low enough so only Jessica could hear. "We're going to walk right into them in two more steps." If it gave Jessica pause, he didn't sense it. Instead she seemed to pull him faster. A frigid hand closed around his heart, freezing the ebb and flow of his blood. Eddie gasped, overcome with the chill of a thousand deep, dark graves.