Ghost stories from Ghost Hunting

The Hollow Ward

In October 2013, I was visiting my friend Maya at her university in the small town of Ridgeline. We had spent the previous night at a country music festival, and...

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The Hungry Roots of Hollow Creek

The summer of 2011 found me and three friends, Dale, Maggie, and Pete, driving down a dirt road that seemed to fold into itself like a serpent. We were heading...

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The Lantern Lit at the Ridge

It was the winter of 2018 when my curiosity got the better of me. I had heard from an old colleague, a stringer for a regional paper, about a mysterious...

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The Iron Gate of Hollow Creek

The invitation had come from an old acquaintance, a man named Edgar who claimed to have inherited a property from a distant uncle. The place was called Hollow Creek Asylum,...

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The Kneeling Figure in the Parsonage

Six months after my sister moved to the coastal town of Dunmore, I finally visited her. The town was a postcard of New England charm, but it had a secret:...

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The Harvest of Briar Hollow

The year was 2014, and the place was the disused Briar Hollow Sanatorium, a sprawling, decaying complex of red-brick buildings and ivy-choked courtyards, perched on a windswept moor in the...

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The Last Light in the East Wing

It was the autumn of my junior year, and I was visiting my girlfriend, Lena, at her university. She had been complaining of odd occurrences in her dormitory, the old...

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The Motes in the Viewfinder

I never meant to keep the photograph. It lay face-down on my nightstand for weeks, hidden under a stack of unread paperbacks. But some things, once seen, refuse to be...

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The Last Pint at the Ashvale Arms

I’m Leo, and for the past few months, my friends Vera and Marcus and I have been chasing the inexplicable. We’d read every forum, watched every grainy video, and half-convinced...

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The Last Broadcast

My friends and I had always been obsessed with the unexplained, but we never actually expected to find anything. It started as a joke, really, after I found an old...

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The Spiral Slide

The old amusement park had been closed for decades, its rusted gates a silent testament to forgotten summers. Locals whispered that the land was cursed, built over the remains of...

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The Salt Road

In the bone-dry heart of the Western Australian outback, where the red dust swallows sound and the sun bleeds the sky white, there is a ghost town that doesn’t appear...

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The Painted Door

In the autumn of 2011, on my twenty-third birthday, the world had turned a crisp, golden red, and I found myself in the small mountain town of Ashford, Vermont, staying...

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The Saffron Lantern

The night we found the lantern, the air in the orchard smelled of rotting apples and ozone, like a storm that never broke. I was with my brother, Elias, and...

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The Tenant in the Attic

When I first moved into the attic apartment at the end of Halstead Lane, I blamed the draft on the old building’s plumbing. But the draft had a voice. It...

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The Closet’s Hunger

The last time we set foot in that derelict wing of St. Jude’s Asylum, we were chasing whispers. Now, six months later, we returned with a medium and a fool’s...

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The Tenant in Flat 13

In the quiet suburb of Westbrook, our apartment complex, Maple Court, stood as two identical blocks, each with eight flats. I lived on the first floor of Block A, overlooking...

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The Lantern Debt

It was the autumn of 2011 when our small support team, under the banner of ‘Journey Together,’ decided to push the limits of our collective spirit. Our goal was grand:...

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The Salted Ground

In the autumn of 2012, I had grown weary of reading dusty tomes and cataloging secondhand accounts. The paranormal, I decided, needed fresh eyes in the field. That’s when I...

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The Canker’s Nest

The first thing that hit me, that sweltering July afternoon in 1971, as we stepped through the gap in the rusted chain-link fence of the old Carmody place, was the...

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The Dead of Winter

The first time we visited the old Barlow Estate was on a dare, but the second time was for answers. My friend Jenna had moved to a small town called...

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The Tapestry’s Temper

My partner, Lena, and I had chosen to spend the weekend at the Ashworth House, a sprawling Victorian manor turned boutique hotel, known for its dark history and alleged hauntings....

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The Static Signal

The night began as a lark, a dare to break the monotony of a sleepy coastal town. Mia, her cousin Lena, and their two friends, Drew and Sam, had decided...

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The Hollow Hayloft

Last autumn, my cousin Mara and I decided to track down the old Kellerman place, nestled in the fading farmlands of eastern Saskatchewan. The Kellerman farm was notorious in our...

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