Saturday, October 31, 2009

Posthumously Yours

A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night.

J.M. Barrie


Kathy said...

Perfect! So Spooky!

Mom said...

Perfect is right!!!