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“My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood. I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance. I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had. I dislike washing myself, and dogs, and noise. I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the death-cap mushroom. Everyone else in my family is dead.”

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Book:We Have Always Lived in the Castle
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“An interesting thing about kitchens: while ghosts are most drawn to the dark, deserted areas of the house, typically the attic or basement—or closets, in the case of our current boogeyman—the kitchen, in my experience, tends to be the least haunted area. Maybe it’s the fact that kitchens are well-lit, but they’re also the center of activity for the living, the emotional energy constantly churned and refreshed. They’re the heart of the home, and I think something about that keeps the restless spirits at bay, hiding in the shadows. There are plenty of exceptions, of course.”

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Book:The Crawling Darkness
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“It had begun to be present to him after the first fortnight, it had broken out with the oddest abruptness, this particular wanton wonderment: it met him there--and this was the image under which he himself judged the matter, or at least, not a little, thrilled and flushed with it--very much as he might have been met by some strange figure, some unexpected occupant, at a turn of one of the dim passages of an empty house. The quaint analogy quite hauntingly remained with him, when he didn't indeed rather improve it by a still intenser form: that of his opening a door behind which he would have made sure of finding nothing, a door into a room shuttered and void, and yet so coming, with a great suppressed start, on some quite erect confronting presence, something planted in the middle of the place and facing him through the dusk.”

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Book:The Jolly Corner
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“The Apparition by Stewart Stafford The Indian burial ground, Lay beyond the tree steeples, Wind murmured in the branches, Of lost lands and wounded ancestors. A new tenant's first night at home, A Wendigo came in a pandemic fugue, The head, neck and shoulders visible, Jittery, contorted shapes on blinds. Wild dawn packing, screeching tyres, Home sweet home, still beyond reach, Out of the driveway at top speed then, Flight from an entity that won't leave you. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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“Our divorce was an optical illusion, surely, because I am often still there, in my old home with my family. I can so easily fool myself, even without a scope, a lens, a patch of sky to measure my trauma, my blues, my perspective or my period of mourning. Suspension of disbelief can be a very real kind of haunting.”

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Book:Dreaming in Night Vision: A Story in Vignettes
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“Pomimo wszystko zdołała sprawić, że jej szkic o postaci dziekana Swifta stawał się coraz bardziej widoczny, a trzy gwiazdki znów rozbłysły całkiem wyraźnie, choć już nie jasnym blaskiem, lecz znękaniem i krwią, jakby ten człowiek, ten wielki pan Brinsley, przez to tylko, że mówiąc (o swoim szkicu, o sobie oraz, ze śmiechem, o pewnej dziewczynie), wyrywał musze skrzydełka, osnuł jej jasne życie chmurą i na zawsze ją zdezorientował, zniszczył jej skrzydełka na grzbiecie, więc kiedy się od niej odwrócił, pomyślała o wieżach i cywilizacji z przerażeniem, a jarzmo, które wprost z niebios opadło na jej barki, zgniotło ją i poczuła się jak naga nieszczęśnica, która poszukiwała schronienia w cienistym ogrodzie, ale wygnano ją, mówiąc: nie, tu nie ma kryjówek ani motyli, w tym świecie, w tej cywilizacji, w kościołach, parlamentach i mieszkaniach. Ta cywilizacja, powiedziała Lily Everit do siebie, przyjmując od pani Bromley miły komplement na temat swojego wyglądu, zależy ode mnie, a pani Bromley powiedziała później, że Lily Everit wyglądała, "jakby na jej barkach spoczywał ciężar całego świata".”

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Author:Virginia Woolf
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