| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| dda4c8a | The lamps were lit, and a good fire crackled in the great stone fireplace. There was a discreet chink of china, the brightness of silver teapot and muffin cover, the comforting smell mingled of steaming hot water, toast and a little sweet tobacco. | ghost-story | Susan Hill | |
| 3edf89d | The lake's deep...and dark...and dangerous. | ghost-story lake scary | Mary Downing Hahn |