Ghost stories from Apparitions

The Night the Lightbulb Flickered

When I was five, my family lived in a crooked house on a dead-end street, where the trees grew so thick they swallowed the moon. My bedroom was at the...

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The Corner Smile

My sister Maya and I grew up in a house that always felt a little too big for just the four of us. The hallway upstairs was always drafty, even...

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The Crooked Lantern

The Crooked Lantern It began in late autumn, after we moved into the old farmhouse on the edge of the marsh. The house had been empty for years, and the...

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The Ladder’s Last Rung

I spent my childhood in a cramped third-floor flat above a failing fish cannery, sharing a room with my twin brother, Leo, and our older sister, Mara. Our parents were...

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The Breathing in the Blue Room

I was sixteen that summer, and my family had just moved into a house that seemed to lean against the wind. It was an old farmhouse, with a floor plan...

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The Music Box Without a Key

My earliest memory is of the hallway at night. The house we lived in then was a creaking, drafty Victorian on a hill that caught every wind. I remember lying...

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The Hollow Creek House

Before I moved to Nebraska, I used to live in Oregon. My aunt and uncle’s place, the Hollow Creek House, was a strange old farmhouse nestled at the edge of...

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The Lantern’s Debt

The old homestead sat on a dead-end dirt road that had once been a logging spur for the Shady Pines Lumber Company. By the time I inherited the place from...

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The Tailor’s Reckoning

I never believed in ghosts until the summer I turned twelve. My family had just moved to the outskirts of a sleepy town called Ashford, nestled in the rolling hills...

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The Piercing Laugh

The air in my grandmother’s house was thick with the smell of burning copal and marigolds. I was nine, or maybe ten, and my cousins and I were being shushed...

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The Persistent Static

It was a humid Tuesday evening in early October when my brother-in-law’s vintage radio, a bulky mahogany Philco that had been in his family for decades, began to emit a...

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The Watcher at the Foot of the Bed

When I was nine, my parents split and I became a suitcase kid, shuffling between my mother’s cramped apartment and my father’s sterile townhouse. Making friends was a lost cause;...

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The Constant in the Corner

Every Friday night, I drove the winding coastal road to my brother’s place, a weather-beaten cottage perched on a cliff overlooking the North Sea. My nephew, Theo, was six, with...

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The Landlady’s Ledger

Mara had lived in the old house on Birchwood Lane for nearly three years, and in all that time, she’d never felt the slightest shiver of unease. It was a...

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The Hollow Algorithm

March 15th started like any other day in the cramped, dusty office of the Craigslist-rented warehouse in the industrial outskirts of Saskatoon. I was a data entry clerk for a...

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The Static Man

My childhood home sat at the end of a gravel road, where the streetlights gave up and the woods took over. It was a two-story colonial with a porch that...

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The Laughing Man in the Rain

It had been months since I’d felt truly awake. My life had settled into a comfortable, colorless routine, punctuated by the muted drumming of rain on the roof of my...

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The Porcelain Visitor

It was the autumn of my eleventh year, and I was curled on the worn velvet chaise in the library of our old house, a tome of ‘Unseen Realms’ open...

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The Green Note

I’ve been a student at Hollis Memorial for six years now, ever since my family moved to the old industrial district. The school is a hulking brick relic from the...

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The Twin of Dust

I was a normal kid. I had friends, a family who loved me, and a room full of toys. But there was always this ache, a hollow space in my...

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Daylight Phantom Hiker

My friends and I used to go hiking and camping every spring and summer, in an area known as the Bacon Woods. We had a number of odd events happen...

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The Papered Walls

The trailer sat at the end of a gravel lane in the scrubby outskirts of Parshall, North Dakota, where the wind never stopped. We’d lived there for six years, wedged...

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The Sunken Window

I moved to Maple Hollow when I was ten, into a small blue house at the end of Birch Lane. The day I arrived, I noticed the empty lot across...

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The Corner Watchers

The old farmhouse on Cedar Lane had a way of collecting silence. After my grandmother passed, I inherited the place, along with its creaking floors and dusty rooms. My husband,...

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