I'm a sucker for ghost stories.

In doing this I particularly instructed my informant to tell his tale as if he were relating it to his own people, and to use the same words that he would use if he were recounting similar tales to them when assembled in a sacred house.

We left the city in a strangely American mini van, complete with a child's car seat in the back, on a strangely Americanesque highway, auto rest stops and all.

Have you ever wondered how it is possible for someone to drive a motorised vehicle so toothachingly, nerverenderingly slow?