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).  

Wherein we dredge through dark feelings about the past.  

Write us a long letter: [email protected]  

Greet our Facebook family (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein a mysterious figure happens upon a suspicious hut. Beware: hot guy stuff, ahead, so open the door or pass, therefore, on.  

Surrender, upon our table, a trencher of parched pease and pulse:  [email protected]  

Crave thy name on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein we relive a snapshot from World War I through the eyes on an Indian soldier and his borrowed pigeon.  

Whisper in our ear: [email protected]  

Follow a feral dog to our Facebook page (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).  

Wherein our trust is misplaced.  

Strike us with a story all your own: [email protected]  

Illuminate us on Facebook (Ghost Writers, Anonymous).