I fear you more than any spectre I have seen.
illustration by Marcos Chamizo :: via flickr.com
(via hauntedplaces)
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Wednesday, 10th August
They were a gloomy suite of rooms, in a lowering pile of building up a yard, where it had so little business to be, that one could scarcely help fancying it must have run there when it was a young house, playing at hide-and-seek with other houses, and have forgotten the way out again.
Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
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Monday, 10th December
Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergymen, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge’s name was good upon ‘Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was dead as a door-nail.
Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
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Tuesday, 5th March
