The Revival by Jeremy Kelly

As William sat on the front porch of the cabin a few days later, soaking in the sun and listening to the whippoorwills chirp and whistle among the trees, Sarah came again.  Her gown, once crisp and white, was now mottled with grime, its hem in tatters around her ankles.  Her hair was unkempt and bedraggled.  Dark circles imprisoned her bloodshot eyes and her nose and lips were a raw mess.  She stumbled towards the cabin as if she were in a daze, stopping just short of the front porch.

“Brother,” she muttered.

 “Sarah,” William stood up.  “How’s Peter?”

 “Dead.”

 “I’m sorry.”

"'For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not anything…’”  Sarah’s voice trailed off into a whisper.

The Sin Street Ghost (audio) by Tipton Peyregne

"In his later years, he took to standing on Sin Street and preaching a particular flavor of hellfire and damnation that many will find familiar. Now, most folks found this impolite, but tolerated him just fine, until he began pointing out the sins of various passersby..."