Ghost Writers, Anonymous

Wherein we find… THAT in Jim Steinman’s refrigerator.  

Send us your love: [email protected]  

Find our Facebook page at the end of the pier (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein Meat Loaf proves he isn’t chicken.  

Rally into our inbox: [email protected]  

Fly like a Bat Outta Hell from our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein our front door unlocks a new kink.  

Slip a letter through our slit: [email protected]  

Pound on our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we drink up, me ‘hearties, yo ho.  

Perfume our parlor: [email protected]  

Gain intel from our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous). 

Wherein we’re summoned to make an offering.  

Entrance us with a story: [email protected]  

Devour our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we hear a mysterious scream.  

Weigh-in on our screaming suspect list:  [email protected]  

Reach into our Facebook underworld (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we reach out in the darkness.   

Surprise us with a story: [email protected]  

Cross over to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous). 

Wherein we pick up the phone.  

Dial us in at: [email protected]  

Hop on our Facebook party line (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we receive ample warnings and bouquets (in that order).  

Feed us by throwing a posey of stories over your left shoulder: [email protected]  

Bridge into our headspace on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein the watchman is being watched.  

Share your muse with us: [email protected]  

Surveil us on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).