Imagine that human beings had been designed by a very talented but rather malicious half wit. Here we are, then, so made, rather nimble, quick fingered, quite bright, mortal and aware of it, with feelings we identify as of sorrow and compassion, whatever they are, built to kill and to manipulate, modify, smash up or down our environment to the end that we survive, not individually, but as a species. It is like living with a set of perversely contradictory instructions. Sometimes that is how it seems, a kind of glory, a jest and a riddle that but slenderly knows itself, etc.
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'This rude spectral activity was a far cry from the moaning and chain-clanking traditionally associated with hauntings. It had a distinctly modern flavour.'
@LucyLethbridge on a real life haunting.