Cemeteries can be creepy, creepy, ‘specially at night.

— Jason Medina

Come on in. The water’s fine.

— Jason Medina

Feel the power swallow you whole. Let go an’ lose yo’self in it.

— Jason Medina

He blamed television, movies, and books for his love of ghosts. It was a fascination that’s been with him since his youth. He always loved watching or reading anything that had to do with ghosts and haunted locations, especially historic sites like New Orleans, Salem, Tombstone, Gettysburg, and Old San Juan.

— Jason Medina

He could have been invisible, and it wouldn’t have made a difference to them. He didn’t care, so long as he felt at ease, which was his original intention. Furthermore, he wasn’t there to make friends, nor did he want to.

— Jason Medina

He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found a girl like her. She may have been the perfect woman for him.

— Jason Medina

He looked upwards at the brilliant blue sky. It was high noon because the sun was right overhead. The clouds danced around slowly, while drifting across the sky. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth of the sun glowing orange on his eyelids. It was a wonderful feeling.

— Jason Medina

He tensed up at the thought of going back to work. Avoid stressful thoughts, he reminded himself. There was no need to rush his vacation thinking about such foul things as coming back home or going back to work. The vacation had only just begun, and it was going to be a good one.

— Jason Medina

He was a paranormal investigator. Yes, a ghost hunter, although he never liked to use that terminology. As far as he was concerned, it was inappropriate. He didn’t really hunt ghosts, although he did search for them.

— Jason Medina

Hey, ghosts are nothing to laugh at! Whether or not you believe in them, they’re out there. I’ve seen them. I’ve even heard them.

— Jason Medina