I grew up in the country and for as long as I can remember, I’ve never doubted the existence of ghosts. Not anything I fear per se, but I don’t take them for granted either.
I’m currently reading short stories by Arthur Machen, finished The Shining Pyramid last night and your story above here made me think of that.
I had never heard of him until recently, read The White People and audibly said, whoa. There’s such an underlying creepiness to his writing. He’s got that campfire story vibe, which I dig in a bigtime way.
It reminds me of a friend asking me, long time ago, if I wasn't scared of living in a house as old as the one I was in. I told her I wasn't. That the people who used to live there (and my grandfather died there) loved me ... why would I be scared?
I grew up in the country and for as long as I can remember, I’ve never doubted the existence of ghosts. Not anything I fear per se, but I don’t take them for granted either.
I’m currently reading short stories by Arthur Machen, finished The Shining Pyramid last night and your story above here made me think of that.
ooh, been ages since I read any of him
I had never heard of him until recently, read The White People and audibly said, whoa. There’s such an underlying creepiness to his writing. He’s got that campfire story vibe, which I dig in a bigtime way.
You paint in blue nicely.
It reminds me of a friend asking me, long time ago, if I wasn't scared of living in a house as old as the one I was in. I told her I wasn't. That the people who used to live there (and my grandfather died there) loved me ... why would I be scared?
yes! But we’ve been subjected to mass hysteria via horror and haunted house movies since we were children so it’s difficult to shake that fear.