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sezin-koehler's picture
Oct.21.2011
From the first day that she and her husband moved into their Prague flat overlooking the botanical gardens and the Vyšehrad Chapel, she was drawn to the abandoned building across the way, with its back side facing their picture windows. First, it began as a mild interest. She would smoke her...
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Oct.21.2011
“Halloween” in Qua-lun: The Day of Return In my novel Dragonsword, an Asian-inspired heroic samurai adventure, there is a holiday called The Day of Return. This day marks the fall equinox and the turning of the seasons. At this time the veil between worlds is thin, and ghosts and other disincarnate...
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Oct.20.2011
  I have two ghost stories to offer. They are both true. I worked in a summer theater in Falmouth Massachusetts. The theater had been built out of a converted horse barn and we used the old mansion for a dormitory. It is fairly generally accepted that most theaters, especially one with as...
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Oct.20.2011
There was a gifted and talented teenWhose mother and father were always on the sceneHe went to school and got good gradesAnd always yearned to get paidRight now he is immersed in Halloween...
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Oct.20.2011
I have no courage. That’s what Lucy told me and I’m starting to believe it. Sometimes I get trapped in my mind and can’t fight my way out. I just don’t know how. But I don’t think that’s what Lucy was talking about. She wants me to fight against the dead thing. Well, I want her to fight, too. How?...
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Oct.20.2011
              It was an old cemetery. No one was ever there. The place sat forgotten on a tiny knob of a hill behind the Goodyear Tire store and Bob’s Big Boy. Lydia and Gary dared each other to leapfrog over the few headstones still standing. Some of the graves...
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Oct.20.2011
  The Blue Room           “This is the Blue Room,” Helen Devries said. I looked around, enjoying the tour of this old New England farmhouse I had already made up mind to buy. The Blue Room was indeed blue, shade upon shades of blue, from the wallpaper to the...
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Oct.20.2011
I sat straight up in bed, my hands clutching the patchwork quilt.  The translucent apparition from my spent dream danced in the air, a foot or so away from my nose.  No, the figure of my mother’s ghost had changed in the pale amber illumination from my nightlights, become smaller than...
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Oct.20.2011
In honor of the upcoming Ghost Walk in Olde Towne Portsmouth, next week I thought I would share one of the stories from the walk. Now, just because it happens to be about me is just one big coincidence really. ;) But this is a true ghost story, one of many on our ghost walk. Local folk should stop...
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Oct.20.2011
Here's a ghost story for the Halloween season.  Enjoy!!!   Bulbous Red Nose  by James S. Hoch   Stan sat in his car staring blankly out across the sea of traffic that had turned into a parking lot on the interstate.  Suddenly an image of a bulbous, red nose flashed across...