Ghost stories from Apparitions

The Crying Room

My name is Priya, and this is what happened in our apartment in Sharjah, where the summer heat presses down like a fist. Our flat is on the ninth floor,...

The Marble Gaze

Twelve-year-old Anika lived with her family in a four-story apartment building in the old quarter of Kathmandu. The building was always humming with life—the clatter of pots from the first...

The Waking Hour

The old farmhouse had stood on Cedar Ridge since before the war, its timber frame sagging like an old workhorse. I’d inherited it from my great-aunt Mildred, who’d raised me...

The Hollow Vigil

I never should have agreed to cut through the old parish grounds. My friend Dana swore it was a shortcut, but the moment we stepped past the rusted gate, the...

The Moldy Manuscript

The rain had been falling for three days straight, turning the campground into a quagmire of mud and misery. I was nineteen, freshly disowned by my parents for dropping out...

The Salt-Worn Man

The last Saturday of summer hung heavy and gold over the town of Porthallow, a place where the sea was a constant, breathing presence. For Lena, Finn, and me, it...

The Static in the Walls

I’m twenty-three, and I live in a converted warehouse in the industrial district of Hobart. I moved here six months ago, drawn by the cheap rent and the promise of...

The Kitchen Sink

At fourteen, I learned to fear the sound of breathing. Not just any breathing, but the wet, rattling inhale-exhale of a man who had smoked for forty years. That was...

The Chocolate Offering

The hallway in my grandmother’s old house was never quite straight. It tilted slightly to the left, as if the whole building was leaning away from something. My room was...

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