It is, alas, chiefly the evil emotions that are able to leave their photographs on surrounding scenes and objects and whoever heard of a place haunted by a noble deed, or of beautiful and lovely ghosts revisiting the glimpses of the moon?

And if thought and emotion can persist in this way so long after the brain that sent them forth has crumpled into dust, how vitally important it must be to control their very birth in the heart, and guard them with the keenest possible restraint.

To be haunted is to glimpse a truth that might best be hidden.

I used to tell strange, wild, improbable tales akin to ghost stories, and discovered a taste for spinning yarns.

It is the little things that pierce and burn and prick for years to come.

It was so easy to be wise in the explanation of an experience one has not personally witnessed.

("The Wendigo")