Stones are falling from the ceiling of my apartment. First one, then two, then dozens. I take refuge beneath the kitchen table as they bounce and dance across every surface, denting the toaster, gouging into the old linoleum floor. The Falling Stones are like a rain of hail, but so absurd in this setting that I want to laugh…
“Madeleine’s Ghost,” by Robert Girardi, and a perfectly beguiling book for Halloween
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I can’t cope with ghost stories. 🙁
This is a evocative, historical, character study—not really so scary. The ghost is more of a device to explore the past…
I adore scary stories – especially if there’s a good plot! Will hunt this one down.