Ghost stories from Family

The Cuckoo’s Last Note

Mara had always believed the little cuckoo clock in her mother’s bedroom was a nuisance. It would erupt every hour with a wooden bird that lurched forward and back, its...

The Lantern Man

When I was six, I saw the Lantern Man for the first time. My grandmother, Rosa, had passed in the winter of that year, and I was kept from her...

The December Man

Every December, as the first frost painted the windows of our farmhouse, I would see him again. My grandfather, Elias, wasn’t a ghost in the way you’d think—no translucent sheets...

The Sixth Step

The old farmhouse had a way of holding its breath. Every night, as the wind died and the cicadas ceased their rasping, I’d lie in bed and listen to the...

The Constant Companion

My name is Mara, and I’ve spent most of my life trying to rationalize the things I’ve seen. But some things defy explanation, especially those that happen in the dark....

The Saltwater Signal

I’ve never been one for writing, but after what happened, I need to get it down somewhere. It’s been three years, and the image of that wet phone, lit up...

The Christmas Clock

In the winter of 2014, my grandmother, Elena, who was more of a mother to me than my own, passed away in a small hospice room in rural Vermont. She...

The Lantern Man’s Hour

The night the furnace coughed its last breath, I knew the cold would be our true enemy. It was late autumn in the copper-mining settlement of Girdlestone, a place so...

The Adze’s Hollow

My grandmother, Elara, always said that the hollow behind our new house was a door that should never be opened. She was a Cree woman, a healer, and her words...

The Pollen Watcher

My grandmother used to tell me about the summer the bees found her. It was the year after my uncle Tomas passed, and she had moved to a small cottage...

The Locked Wardrobe

I have always been a magnet for the unexplained, a collector of strange tales that others dismiss as nerves or imagination. But there is one story that has stayed with...

The Forty-Ninth Cycle

The house sat at the end of a gravel road, its porch light a jaundiced eye against the Appalachian dusk. My boyfriend, Derek, had been reluctant to come, but his...

The Violet Hour

My grandmother, Elara, passed away nine years ago this autumn. Of her six grandchildren, I was the only one who shared her love for the quiet corners of the world,...

The Hallway Watcher

My brother Finn and I shared a wall in our old house in the Adelaide Hills, a place where the eucalyptus trees pressed close and the wind sounded like something...

The Lantern Man

It was the autumn of 1994, and I was seventeen, living in a rented room above a dusty antique shop in the town of Hollow Creek. My parents had split...

The Last Lantern

In the fall of 2006, my father, Arthur, was 61 and had been fighting a persistent cough that his doctor initially dismissed as a stubborn case of bronchitis. But when...

The Unraveling Cord

The summer I turned nine, my parents sent me to stay with my grandmother in the small desert town of Pinal, Arizona. The town sat at the edge of the...

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