Martin broke up with his girlfriend because he thought she was a witch. #ScaryStories #horror #rt @gothamghosts He didn’t like to be manipulated—he was independent, if a bit scattered: the piles of newspapers in his apartment organized; the clean cat food tins destined for the recycling bin; the ashtrays overflowing with cigarette butts.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve seen things on the periphery of my vision—motes floating in the shadows, flashes of film, elongated figures nodding in agreement. #ScaryStories #horror #rt @gothamghosts On the day I saw my doppleganger turn the corner into an alley, the edge of my vision had been shaky.

Standing in front of the mirror that my Great Aunt Dahlia gave me, the candlelight sparkles in a dingy halo, swimming in the darkness, as I rub my fingertips together. #ScaryStories #horror #rt @gothamghostwriters I miss her—she was a beacon of light, that woman, in an otherwise gloomy existence, and I can’t let her go without a fight.