Most human beings come into the world and leave it with nothing to show they ever lived.
Rosehill was shady and beautiful, the most serene place I could imagine. It had been closed to the public for years, and sometimes as I wandered alone - and often lonely - through the lush fern beds a...
Nothing truly beautiful without its element of strangeness, nothing whole without its own incongruity, these (Jacksonville-area pioneer house) ruins sand up from the earth in sacred conjunction. These...
To tell a ghost story means being willing to be haunted.
Dangers were no more than odd imaginings, like ghost stories that children made up to frighten one another: things that couldn't possibly happen.
I believe ghost story writing is a dying art.
Answers are almost always insufficient. They are almost always misleading.