“For a while she cried silently until she tired herself out and the overwhelming feeling of sleepiness overcame her. The room around her was fairly silent, although she wasn’t the only one crying herself to sleep. It was quite common at places like this to hear cries in the dark. There were so many saddened and lonesome souls around her. It was usually at night when they were reminded of just how sad and lonely they actually were.”

“I make NO apologies for my creativity.”

“The mind is like an empty canvas and we are all artists, who spend our entire lives creating our own unique masterpieces.”

“She shrugged innocently at him and asked, “What I do?”

“Come on in. The water’s fine.”

“It seemed each band member was in his own world. Yet, each was in tune with the other.”

“Cemeteries can be creepy, creepy, ‘specially at night.”

“Iffin we meant to see each other, again, it gonna happen.”

“Not everyone can just up an’ go whenever they please!”

“He was a paranormal investigator. Yes, a ghost hunter, although he never liked to use that terminology. As far as he was concerned, it was inappropriate. He didn’t really hunt ghosts, although he did search for them.”

“The abrupt reality of his situation was a depressing thought.”