Ghost stories from Medium

The Last Straw

In the autumn of 1987, I was eight years old, living in a clapboard house on the edge of Pemberton, a town so small it didn’t even have its own...

The Static Between

The chat room was my sanctuary, a place where I could feel less alone in my strange gift. That night, the cursor blinked at me like a heartbeat as I...

The Tide That Keeps

The first time I saw them, I thought they were seals. Dark heads bobbing in the gray-green chop off Alisal Point, where the old cannery used to stand before the...

The Mark on the Wall

As a boy, I lived in a tall brick building in a noisy city. At night, after everyone was in bed, I would watch pale, shimmering shapes drift from the...

The Amber Bloom

The salt spray coated the windows of our coastal cottage, a perpetual film that blurred the jagged outline of the sea stacks against the bruised twilight sky. I was seven...

The Man in the Dusty Hat

My grandfather, Elias, never spoke about the figure unless pressed, and even then, his words came slow, like molasses dripping from a jar in winter. He’d sit in his worn...

The Sunken Gallery

The algae-slick tiles of the Havenbrook Community Pool echoed with the shrieks of children long after the last kickboard had been stored. I wasn’t a lifeguard, but my sister, Dana,...

The Salt-Rimmed Glass

I have always been a collector of last moments. Other people collect stamps, coins, or memories of birthdays; I collect the final seconds of strangers, plucked from the fog of...

The Unfurling Bloom

The scent of petrichor clung to Elara like a second skin. She was nine, and the ancient oak at the edge of her family’s neglected orchard was her kingdom. Today,...

The Hollow Bend

In the autumn of 1987, the county paved a new stretch of road through the farmlands of central Ohio. It was a smooth, black ribbon cutting through fields of corn...

The Static Between Floors

Last night, the elevator in our apartment building finally gave up. It had been stuttering for weeks, a metallic groan that echoed through the stairwell like a dying animal. I’d...

The Gilded Sun Trap

The island of Serapis was a jewel of the Mediterranean, famed for its ancient temple to the sun god Helios, and its perpetual golden light. Winters barely brushed its shores,...

The Ember Veil

It was the tail end of winter, and the small coastal town of Grayhaven was wrapped in a damp, clinging fog. My boyfriend, Marcus, and I had come for a...

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