Ghost stories from Misc

The Seer’s Lament

In the scorched autumn of 1987, I drove west with my four-year-old son, Milo, in the passenger seat of a rusted Chevette. We left behind the cornfields of Indiana and...

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The Porch Light Contract

The house on Maple Street was a fixer-upper, a Victorian with peeling paint and a sagging porch. I’d poured every penny into the down payment, leaving just enough for a...

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The Blanket’s Descent

The event I am about to recount happened a year ago, yet its weight has not lessened with time. I have lived with the unusual my entire life: whispers in...

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The Perpetual Residents of Ashford House

The summer I turned thirteen, I spent a month at my grandmother’s boarding house in the dusty town of Ashford, while my parents sorted out their separation. The house, a...

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The Last Bedtime Story

I’ve been a companion for over a decade, and I’ve learned to read the subtle signs of a house in decline. But when I pulled up to the sprawling Victorian...

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The Black Pigeon of Mirror Lake

That summer, my family and I drove to the lakeside town of Stillwater to escape the city’s heat and our own problems. We checked into a creaky old motel and,...

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The Fourth Floor Visitor

My aunt Marta was a tough old bird, but her body was failing her. A lifetime of hard work and bad food had caught up, leaving her with a failing...

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The Hollow Carousel

The November wind scraped dead leaves across the cracked asphalt of the St. Elmo County Fairgrounds, a place abandoned since the ’90s. I’d come here to practice astral projection, not...

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My First Vision

My friend and I were talking a walk around the square, which is like a place with a bunch of little boutiques and shops in it. We passed an old...

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The Painted Room

Marcus had always prided himself on his rationality. He was the one friends came to for logical advice, the one who debunked ghost stories with scientific ease. So when the...

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The Last Ride of the Red Mesa Riders

In the high desert of New Mexico, where the earth crumbles into rust-colored canyons and the sky bleeds orange at dusk, there is a stretch of highway known as the...

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The Ledger of the Deceased

In late autumn, my father, a collector of oddities, stumbled upon a derelict cemetery during one of his antiquing trips. Among the weathered stones, one caught his eye: a small,...

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The Last Supper of Ash

The Al-Mansouri family lived in a crumbling apartment block on the edge of the Bur Dubai district, where the neon glow of the city never reached. The father, Karim, worked...

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The Crimson Brand

In the autumn of 2019, I was a student at Meridian Academy, a boarding school perched on a windswept moor. The nearest town was a half-hour drive, and the school...

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The Bell in the Coal Shed

The first time I heard the bell, I was peeling potatoes at the kitchen sink, staring out at the rain soaking the garden. It wasn’t the sharp jingle of our...

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The Jasmine Beads

I married into a family of temple priests, a lineage that traced its fingers through centuries of sacred smoke and chanted verses. Their ancestral home, a sprawling estate of weathered...

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The Ironwood Visitor

It was a Tuesday morning, the third week of August, and the clock on my nightstand glowed 3:47 AM. I was hunched over my laptop, headphones on, tweaking the bass...

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The Paisley Handle

The Paisley Handle In early June, I misplaced my favorite pen—the one with a deep burgundy barrel and a brass clip, a gift from my late grandmother. I rarely used...

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Living Spirit Or A Doppelgänger

My friend’s father is a very emotional person. When he is angry, he becomes red, very loud, short temper (emotional?)… But never will he rise a hand to hit his...

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The Lantern Keeper’s Bargain

I grew up on the edge of the Thornwood, a forest so dense and ancient that the sun rarely touched its floor. The village of Greyhollow huddled at its border,...

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The Statue Is Watching Me

Just over a month ago, my friend nearly died and I was fully convinced they were dead until they were confirmed living a few days later, so you can imagine...

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Reflection Of The Unknown: A Glass Door Incident

” HAVE YOU EVER SEEN SOMETHING THAT SHOULDN’T BE THERE? SOMETHING SO REAL, SO TANGILBLE, YET IMPOSSIBLE? I HAVE. AND IT HAPPEND AT THE GLASS DOOR.” It was a usual...

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Fragrance Out Of Nowhere In Home

This is not so scary experience but a mild one. But still the questions remains same, how did it happen? FYI, I don’t use perfume neither my wife uses it...

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The Hollow in the Barn

Marta had lived her entire life on the edge of the Ironwood Forest, where the pines grew so close their branches knit a ceiling that swallowed the sun. Her family’s...

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