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] [Loss] [Sadness] [Ghost] [Afterlife] [Lauren Oliver] [Separation] [Ache] [Merging]
We designate the spirit of the well as 'she' because in most of her personifications she takes a female form, though not invariably. She appears in many guises - ghost, witch, saint, mermaid, fairy, and sometimes in animal form, often as a sacred fish - and her presence permeates well lore, and indeed water lore generally.
[Ghost] [Water] [Fairy] [Mermaid] [Witch] [Saint] [Holy Well] [Colin Bord] [Holy Wells] [Water Goddess] [Water God] [Wa Ter Divinity] [Sacred Fish]
And suddenly, in the place of the woman-shape made of shadow, there was something else. Something huge, something ugly. Linay flung up both hands. The thing screamed like a hawk and opened to wings: one white as a death cap, one clotted in shadow. The wings came together and the whole pond shuddered. Something hit Kate's ear and shoulder and smashed to the deck by her feet. It was a swallow, dead. She could hear them falling all over the pond.
[Death] [Ghost] [Danger] [Monster] [Erin Bow] [Water Spirit]
...though leaving him always to remark, portentously, on his probably having formed a relation, his probably enjoying a consciousness, unique in the experience of man. People enough, first and last, had been in terror of apparitions, but who had ever before so turned the tables and become himself, in the apparitional world, an incalculable terror? He might have found this sublime had he quite dared to think of it; but he didn't too much insist, truly, on that side of his privilege.
[Ghost] [Haunting] [Henry James]
It had begun to be present to him after the first fortnight, it had broken out with the oddest abruptness, this particular wanton wonderment: it met him there--and this was the image under which he himself judged the matter, or at least, not a little, thrilled and flushed with it--very much as he might have been met by some strange figure, some unexpected occupant, at a turn of one of the dim passages of an empty house. The quaint analogy quite hauntingly remained with him, when he didn't indeed rather improve it by a still intenser form: that of his opening a door behind which he would have made sure of finding nothing, a door into a room shuttered and void, and yet so coming, with a great suppressed start, on some quite erect confronting presence, something planted in the middle of the place and facing him through the dusk.
[Ghost] [Haunting] [Henry James] [Haunted House]
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] [Govern] [Differ]
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] [Hilarious] [Ghost] [Jeaniene Frost]
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!
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