How about a ghost story by NH's own Joe Hill? How about one that you can get a signed copy of through the Upstream project at Water Street Bookstore?
"Imogene is young, beautiful . . . and dead, waiting in the Rosebud Theater one afternoon in 1945. . .
Francis was human once, but now he's an eight-foot-tall locust, and everyone in Calliphora will tremble when they hear him sing. . . .
John is locked in a basement stained with the blood of half a dozen murdered children, and an antique telephone, long since disconnected, rings at night with calls from the dead. . . .
Nolan knows but can never tell what really happened in the summer of '77, when his idiot savant younger brother built a vast cardboard fort with secret doors leading into other worlds. . . .
The past isn't dead. It isn't even past. . . ." --publisher's blurb