And there has been no attempt to investigate it, ' I said, 'to see what it really is?'' Eh, Cornel, ' said the coachman's wife, 'wha would investigate, as ye call it, a thing that nobody believes in? Ye would be the laughing-stock of a' the country-side, as my man says.'' But you believe in it, ' I said, turning upon her hastily. The woman was taken by surprise. She made a step backward out of my way.' Lord, Cornel, how ye frichten a body! Me! there's awful strange things in this world. An unlearned person doesna ken what to think. But the minister and the gentry they just laugh in your face. Inquire into the thing that is not! Na, na, we just let it be.' ("The Open Door") . Mrs. Oliphant
Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe-- I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do...
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Unknown
Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.
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Alice Sebold
To be haunted is to glimpse a truth that might best be hidden.
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James Herbert
All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.
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Nathan Reese Maher
He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
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Cormac McCarthy
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