Ghost Story

"She might look like a little angel, but that kind of woman loves to turn men into hash."

To me he seemed extremely dangerous; and it seemed that I had been transported into a region where men and boys were wild beasts in disguise.

The mind was a trap-it was a cage that slammed down over you.

It often happened that the terrible things he imagined, the worst things, did not occur; the world gave a hitch and things went back to the way they had always been.