I don't feel like writing any more ghost stories.
I still have this deep-down fear that if I go poking into the bushes I might find a dead body.
The rules are very strict.
I've come to the conclusion that you can't write scary books unless you're easily scared yourself.
I was a coward. I'm still such a coward.
You look back on some little decision you made and realize all the things that happened because of it, and you think to yourself "if only I'd known," but, of course, you couldn't have known.