At dusk, ghost crabs scuttled across the beach, disappearing into their burrows whenever a wave approached.

At dusk, the old highway seemed haunted by ghost cars that flickered through the fog.

We gathered around the campfire to share ghost stories, even though the wind seemed to whisper warnings.

The lexicon was cluttered with ghost words left by careless editors.

They discovered a ghost ship drifting silently through the fog, its decks empty and its systems dead.

The harbor was rumored to be haunted by old ghost ships that appeared on foggy nights.

During our road trip through the Southwest, we stopped at several ghost towns to take photos and imagine life a century ago.

Even as they laughed and toasted the newlyweds, the ghost at the feast — his unresolved betrayal — made the celebration feel hollow.

Several ghost writers collaborated to finish the celebrity's memoir before the deadline.

I feared my grandmother's old radio would yield the ghost during the storm.