Buried and burned. Never find them. Never. Buried and buried.
It’s this place. Whatever darkness came to the island, it’s here to stay. Stick around long enough and it gets inside your skin, into your cells, like an infection.
I have a new nickname for Dottie. She’s now the Crazy Whisperer.
It was one thing to talk about ghosts, quite another to have them messing around with things in the physical world.
Yeah, I get it. I’ll be cool as a well digger’s ass.” He jumped when the front door slammed shut, the harsh bang echoing around the trees. Mitch shook his head. “That well digger must be working in a hot spring.
Before they knew it, Ormsby Island would become a paranormal attraction like Waverly Hills or Houghton Mansion or the Whaley House. The place would be crawling with people anxious to catch a ghost on camera or audio.
Does it have a bed?” Liz asked doing her best to prop him up.”A couple of old army cots that probably have more mildew than a politician has bullshit.
Galton was a world renowned anthropologist back in the nineteenth century, though he was a big overshadowed by his cousin, Charles Darwin.
She cursed under her breath. Eddie watched the EBs react, the younger ones recoiling with silent gasps. “Better watch your language. There are children present. I think you’re freaking them out.” “Sure, I’m the one freaking them out.
Eddie made a half-turn in his seat to face her. “So, what did you think of our hosts?” She chuckled. “I think they could be not-too-distant cousins of the Addams Family.” “With Paul as a fuzzy Uncle Fester,” Eddie laughed.
The air in the room was so cold, the exposed flesh of his face felt like ice. “I’ll be the first person to get frostbite in a house sleeping several feet from a roaring fire.
When people did stupid things around him, that was usually the last thing they did.
You want to lay yourself out like an appetizer, go ahead.