How do you plan to scare people tonight?" asked a hollow-voiced spector. "I'll wait until they sit down to supper, then scream whenever someone sticks his knife in his meat." I'll haunt the bedchambers," said another. "A bloody ax at midnight always gets a good reaction." A ghost with a purplish tinge to his aura spoke next. "I can top both of you. I'm going to dress like a guard and haunt the privy. I'll hide in the hole and when anyone sits down I'll wail, 'Who goes there? State your business!
[Ghost] [Fairy Tale] [E.D. Baker]
Today is an ephemeral ghost... A strange amazing day that comes only once every four years. For the rest of the time it does not "exist." In mundane terms, it marks a "leap" in time, when the calendar is adjusted to make up for extra seconds accumulated over the preceding three years due to the rotation of the earth. A day of temporal tune up! But this day holds another secret?it contains one of those truly rare moments of delightful transience and light uncertainty that only exist on the razor edge of things, along a buzzing plane of quantum probability... A day of unlocked potential. Will you or won't you? Should you or shouldn't you? Use this day to do something daring, extraordinary and unlike yourself. Take a chance and shape a in your personal cloud of probability!
[Time] [Fortune] [Vera Nazarian] [Chance] [Ghost] [Moments] [Moment] [Possibility] [Days] [Ephemeral] [Months] [Temporary] [Ghost Day] [Probability] [Calendar] [Quantum] [February 29] [Unusual] [Rare] [Temporal] [Leap] [Qunatum Day] [Second] [Years] [Seconds] [Leap Day] [Leap Year]
Of all the miracles Po had seen in the time and space of its death, Po thought this--the absorption of another, the carrying of it--was the most bewildering and remarkable of all. Whenever Bundle separated again, Po was left with an ache of sadness that reminded the ghost of the body it had left behind.
[Death] [Grief] [Sadness] [Loss] [Ghost] [Afterlife] [Lauren Oliver] [Separation] [Ache] [Merging]
The girl's arms jutted out at awkward angles, not quite hands on the hips belligerent but not relaxed either, as if they weren't all the way under the girl's control. "I came to find you." "I didn't know. If I'd known..." "It doesn't matter now." The girl's attention was unwavering. "This is where you are." "It is at that." The girl looked sad. Her soil-dark eyes were clouded over by tears she hadn't been able to shed. "I came here to find you." "I couldn't have known." Maylene reached out and plucked a leaf from the girl's hair. "Doesn't matter." She lifted a dirty hand, fingernails flashing chipped red polish, but she didn't seem to know what to do with her outstretched fingers. Little girl fears warred with teenage bravado. Bravado won. "I'm here now." "All right, then." Maylene walked down the path toward one of the gates. She pulled the key from her handbag, twisted it in the lock, and pushed open the gate.
[Ghost] [Found] [Confrontation] [Melissa Marr] [Finding] [Visitation] [Simple Truths]
I tell you about a fact and truth. In physical reality of matter, there's no such thing as an imaginary spirit nor spiritual ghost. They are also made of matter, but totally different in size and laws of physics which rule their life and the way they interact.
[Life] [Truth] [Toba Beta] [Reality] [Spirit] [Ghost] [Laws] [Physics] [Matter] [Size] [Differ] [Govern]
The image of the "presence," whatever it was, waiting there for him to go--this image had not yet been so concrete for his nerves as when he stopped short of the point at which certainty would have come to him. For, with all his resolution, or more exactly with all his dread, he did stop short--he hung back from really seeing. The risk was too great and his fear too definite: it took at this moment an awful specific form.
[Fear] [Ghost] [Henry James] [Dread]
Ah, mistress, you?re an angel. Sure there?s not a drop left? I might have remembered one more person?. Up yours, I said rudely with another belch. It?s empty. You should tell me the name anyway, after making me drink all that sewage. Winston gave me a devious smile. Come back with a full bottle and I will. Selfish spook, I mumbled, and staggered away. I?d made it a few feet when I felt that distinct pins-and-needles sensation again, only this time it wasn?t in my throat. Hey! I looked down in time to see Winston?s grinning, transparent form fly out of my pants. He was chuckling even as I smacked at myself and hopped up and down furiously. Drunken filthy pig! I spat. Bastard! And a good eve?in? to you, too, mistress! he called out, his edges starting to blur and fade. Come back soon! I hope worms shit on your corpse! was my reply. A ghost had just gotten to third base with me. Could I sink any lower?
[Cat] [Ghost] [Hilarious] [Jeaniene Frost]