haunted

Showmen's Rest was truly something to behold. Throughout the entire yard, statues and carvings of elephants, clowns, and tight-rope walkers danced on the gray and white surfaces of tombstones and grave-markers. For the first time, Michael got the feeling that the men and women who'd been buried there were probably really happy with their final resting place. It was a touching tribute, one that honored their passion in life and that had been constructed out of love and respect.

Ghost Hampton" took me years to write -- but it won't take you that long to read!

98% of reported hauntings have a natural and mundane explanation _ it is the other 2% that have interested me for over 40 years.

Many people, after spending a long weekend being stealthily seduced by this grand dame of the South, mistakenly think that they have gotten to know her: they believe (in error) that after a long stroll amongst the rustling palmettoes and gas lamps, a couple of sumptuous meals, and a tour or two, that they have discovered everything there is to know about this seemingly genteel, elegant city. But like any great seductress, Charleston presents a careful veneer of half-truths and outright fabrications, and it lets you, the intended conquest, fill in many of the blanks. Seduction, after all, is not true love, nor is it a gentle act. She whispers stories spun from sugar about pirates and patriots and rebels, about plantations and traditions and manners and yes, even ghosts; but the entire time she is guarded about the real story. Few tourists ever hear the truth, because at the dark heart of Charleston is a winding tale of violence, tragedy and, most of all, sin.

I began to doubt that I would ever know the truth of what transpired, or who those people really were. But all that changed one rainy August afternoon, when I was surprised by a dead man who had answers.

I stood on the street, staring up at the most normal-looking house in the world. My house. I'd lived there my entire life. It was home. It was safe.It was haunted.The only other explanation was that I was demented. I couldn't say which I was rooting for.

He had been haunted his whole life by a mildcase of claustrophobia__he vestige of a childhood incident he had never quite overcome.Langdon__ aversion to closed spaces was by no means debilitating, but it had always frustrated him.It manifested itself in subtle ways. He avoided enclosed sports like racquetball or squash, and he hadgladly paid a small fortune for his airy, high-ceilinged Victorian home even though economical facultyhousing was readily available. Langdon had often suspected his attraction to the art world as a youngboy sprang from his love of museums_ wide open spaces.

If your spirit is persistently harmless or if it has shown itself to you, in a non-threatening way, then you most definitely have a ghost. The ghost can be frightening, by its very nature. But the ghost will never intentionally frighten you. They will be there for three reasons: 1. They used to live there and are attached to the location 2. They are trying to communicate something to the living or 3. They are protective of somebody who lives in the house and so they are __tanding guard_ so to speak, over the loved one.

When we feel haunted, it is the pull of our own home we're experiencing, but a more upsetting possibility is that the past has become homeless, and we are offering it a place to inhabit in the present.

Darkness lingered in those blue eyes, like ghosts haunted him despite only the two of them standing in this cabin.

It waited for her. Standing resolute in the moonlight, it had stood for a hundred years. Yet it waited just for her. Shadows passed across the moon, a cool breeze ruffled the leaves around it. Yet still it waited for her. Ancient tombs glowed in shimmery moonlight,row upon row of cold silent witnesses.

You__e off the bed again,_ he growled at me, in a deep sexy tone that went right to the ache between my thighs that had been growing since he__ knocked on my door. __t__ your fault,_ I told him, leaning back to look in his eyes. __ can__ keep my hands off of you. I don__ want to. I__e waited forever to touch you like this.

Have you come to return my pussy?_ I shook my head, sure the reception must be bad. __uh?_ __y cat. You stole my cat yesterday. Have you come to return him?

You make me crazy in all the best ways, woman. You always have. I__ only me when I__ with you.

He was so big he made my sofa seem more like a loveseat. He was so at ease with himself and his body that I found it hard to reconcile him with the awkward teenager that had stolen my heart. He was so fucking beautiful, it took my breath away.

We are all haunted. Some more than others. We are all hurt in our own unique ways. But whatever happened to us, it doesn__ matter. None of it matters. You__l be fine. Just never forget that you are not what happened to you. You are who you choose to become.

So you're gone and i'm hauntedAnd i bet you are just fineDid i make it that easy to walkRight in and out of my life

That__ the last time I put you in charge of the tequila when we__e making margaritas