Native American Ghosts Quotes

“The corridor was concrete-damp and shadow-dark. Even in the midst of the Texas summer heat, the halls of the prison could be chilled with trapped air that seemed years old, aching with stale sadness. It’s what Kit felt first – until the dank, wet cold lay heavily across his exposed neck and arms. It stank like men’s sweat from fear and unwashed garments. Kit was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of pending doom and violent grief. He heard the weeping behind him – turned and saw nothing, then vapor, then Chief Santana himself. It was like a water reflection or someone seen through fog. The footsteps then came; not as hard-soled shoes, but with the soft shuffling of old bare feet against cement floors. The vapor and cold dissipated as suddenly as they had come. And Kit suspected the ghost had come because of him – something to do with him. But exactly what eluded him.”
― Marti Healy, Blinding the Moon