Ghost stories from Pets

Baby Girl Gone Too Soon – Ciara

It is with a heavy heart that I type this today. The last month was traumatic for us as a family, we had to lay our beautiful fur baby Ciara...

Read Story →

Did I See A Cat Crying?

This is a sad story, so get some tissue while reading. It took me awhile to have permission from Aya’s uncle, to put this story up. So, here we go....

Read Story →

The Missing Piece

Milo was a sleek grey tabby with eyes the color of sea glass, a stark contrast to my previous companion, Jasper, who had been a languid, unbothered soul. Milo was...

Read Story →

Henrique, We Miss You

“Notícias tristes” (sad news) My sister in Brazil texted me. I was wondering what happened; did she break up again with her boy friend? Did anything happened to our father?...

Read Story →

Return Of The Dead

I have no idea if it’s his spirit or ghost, but every night, 2:15 am exactly, I wake up to my long dead dog, Charlie, standing in the doorway of...

Read Story →

The Grey Doppelganger

The night began like any other, with the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the old house settling. I was jolted from a dreamless sleep by...

Read Story →

The Molt Collector

In the arid outskirts of Marrakesh, where the wind carries whispers of ancient dunes, I ran a modest business breeding tarantulas. My specialty: the ornate baboon spiders of the Atlas...

Read Story →

The Comfort of Static

Elara and her husband, Dominic, moved into their home in the rural outskirts of a small town, where the fields stretched like gray quilts under a perpetual overcast sky. They...

Read Story →

The Hollow Hum

We moved into the old farmhouse in early spring, when the mud on the lane was still soft and the fields around us were bare. I was six, and my...

Read Story →

The Wound in the Yard

I was sixteen, not seventeen, when we moved into the house on Elderberry Lane, and I’ve long since stopped trying to correct the timeline. The year was 1981, give or...

Read Story →

The Cinderlings

The Cinderlings arrived in a cardboard box, not a shelter. My daughter Elara found them behind the bakery, a litter of three kittens nestled in a pile of ash and...

Read Story →

The Lantern Field

The summer I turned twelve, my parents sent me to my grandfather’s farm in the high desert of New Mexico, a place called La Cienaga. It was a vast, empty...

Read Story →

The Bell-Laden Beast of Barrow Road

Elias Thorne had long believed that the night terrors of his youth were behind him, relics of a time when the veil between worlds was thinner, or so he had...

Read Story →

The Lizard’s Vigil

The apartment complex on Maple Street was old, with creaking floorboards and a persistent smell of damp wood. My cousin Lena had invited four of us—Marcus, Tia, Joel, and me—to...

Read Story →

The Rug Surfer

The day the radiators stopped ticking, I knew something was wrong. It was the first of May, and the house had gone quiet in a way that had nothing to...

Read Story →

The Toy Box Under the Window

My earliest memory isn’t a birthday party or a visit from a relative. It’s the toy box under the window in my nursery at the old farmhouse my parents rented...

Read Story →

The Itch That Crawls

Mara had always been attuned to the house on Hemlock Lane. It was a Victorian relic, its gingerbread trim peeling like sunburned skin, its porch groaning under the weight of...

Read Story →

The Glass Reflection

It was a humid afternoon in late September when I took the five dogs out for their usual walk. The neighborhood was quiet, save for the distant hum of a...

Read Story →

The Settling Groans

Mara and I bought the house in late 2020, a mid-century split-level that had been flipped. The realtor touted the ‘new’ laminate flooring, but it was a botched job. Those...

Read Story →

The Quaking Toy Basket

The autumn of 2021 was when it all started, in the old farmhouse we’d inherited from my grandmother. The house was drafty, with floors that groaned underfoot, but it was...

Read Story →

The Ceiling Fan’s Tail

When I moved into Marcus’s house three years ago, I knew it came with a legacy of cats. He’d had a tuxedo named Boots who’d died years before, and I’d...

Read Story →

The Vanishing Letter

On the last night of 2020, we said goodbye to our little Biscuit. She was a scruffy terrier mix with a crooked ear and a bark that sounded like a...

Read Story →

The Squeak from the Hollow

I lost my mother in the fall of ’99, and the only thing I kept of hers was her dog, a black bundle of curls we called Onyx. She was...

Read Story →

The Half-Lit Morning

Milo had worked the night shift at the grain mill for three years, and the rhythm of returning home at dawn had become second nature. He’d pull into the gravel...

Read Story →