Ghost stories from Ghost Tours & Haunted Hotels

The Glasshouse Listener

On the first Tuesday of April, I drove with my husband-to-be and his Aunt Rita from the outskirts of Baltimore to the old Riverside State Reformatory, a sprawling Victorian pile...

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The Freezer’s Breath

In the sweltering July heat of 2023, my friends and I found ourselves parked in front of the old Coldbrook Canning Company, a derelict cannery that had been converted into...

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The Reflection in the Lobby Mirror

We live in a small town in Ohio, about four hours from the old Bexley Sanatorium, so getting there for a weekend is pretty easy for us. Our first visit,...

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The Lantern in the Window

Seven years ago, my partner Dana and I were staying at my great-uncle’s cabin in the mountains of western North Carolina, near a town that prided itself on being ‘the...

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The Hollow Lantern

The flyer was taped to the bulletin board at the gas station, the paper yellowed and curling at the edges. It advertised a ‘Public Paranormal Investigation’ at the Derelict Creamery,...

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Secrets of the Old Prison

Nestled in a small town in Pennsylvania, the old State Penitentiary stood as a grim reminder of a bygone era. With its towering walls and barred windows, it had witnessed...

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The Last Meal Tray

The air in the processing wing of Blackwood Correctional Facility tasted of bleach and old iron, a combination that clung to the back of my throat. I was a new...

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The Mystery of the Old Estate

In our town, there is an old estate that stands at the edge of a sprawling garden. It is open for visits, allowing people to explore its many rooms and...

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The Grand Ballroom of Ashford House

In the quiet town of Millbrook, there stood a sprawling Victorian estate known as Ashford House, nestled at the edge of the sprawling Willow Park. The house was a popular...

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The Unsettled Dust

The biting March wind clawed at Elara’s coat as she followed the hushed group into the bowels of Blackwood Manor. The air inside was thick with the scent of decay...

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The Cellar of the Old Estate

Last autumn, I joined a small tour group exploring the lower levels of the historic Gablewood Manor. We were gathered in the old storage cellar, listening to our guide explain...

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The Static in the Vent

I’ve been a listener to this podcast since its first episode, but only now do I feel ready to share my own account. I consider myself a rational skeptic when...

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The Lantern in the Birch Grove

In the fall of 2019, I took my teenage son, Felix, on a historical tour of the old battlefield at Cedar Ridge, a site in upstate New York where a...

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The Last Grain Elevator

In the fall of 2004, I was twenty-seven, unemployed, and living in a cramped studio in Chicago. After two years of teaching high school English, I had quit with no...

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The Keeper of Tombs

It was a cold October evening when my friend Mara and I pulled up to the old Weston Asylum, a sprawling, decaying complex on the outskirts of a dying town...

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The Exhibit That Wouldn’t Stay Hung

The Corvus Museum of Curiosities occupied the shell of a former textile mill in Lowell, Massachusetts—a red-brick mausoleum of dead industry, its windows staring out at the Merrimack River like...

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The Last Thaw

The train slid to a halt at the northernmost station, and I stepped out into a world that seemed to hold its breath. The town of Kars, Turkey, sat under...

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The Last Barrel in the Cellar

At the first grey light of October 14th, 1862, Union gunboats slid along the muddy banks of the Tennessee River, their cannons trained on the Confederate-held town of Carthage. For...

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Haunted Historic Mansion In Akron

Last year in 2023, when a lot of the pandemic restrictions were lifted, my two friends, and I went to the beautiful Hower House in Akron, Ohio that sits not...

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The Ledger of the Deep

The first time I saw Fort Porphyrion, it was a black tooth against the gray Nova Scotian sky, its iron cladding rusted to the color of dried blood. I’d been...

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The Gilded Mannequin

The Atrium Hotel had seen better decades. Built in 1929 to rival the grand resorts of the coast, it now stood as a relic, its marble floors worn to a...

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The Mirror in the Monsoon

The trip to Coorg had been my cousin Meera’s idea, a break from the relentless heat of Bangalore. We were a boisterous group of twenty, aunts, uncles, cousins, all crammed...

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The Yellow Lantern

The train from Guwahati had been a blur of chai and ticket checks, and the bus from Kalka had been a winding nightmare of hairpin bends. By the time we...

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The Wet Floor

The Sea Breeze Motel stood alone on a stretch of coast highway, its peeling paint and flickering vacancy sign a testament to better days. My family arrived in late October,...

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