Ghost stories from Pets

The Hollow Stare

It was October when the calico kitten, Bramble, joined our home in the quiet coastal town of Dunmore. My older cat, a grey tabby named Miso, tolerated him with the...

The Last Broadcast

It was the autumn of 1998, and I was seventeen, a senior at Hollow Creek High, a school so small that the entire senior class could fit in one homeroom....

The Stone Hare

I was thirty-one when I moved to the Isle of Man, seeking quiet after a decade of noise. My cottage sat at the edge of a misty glen, and the...

The Cold Pocket

My first semester at Meridian College, I landed in an interior dorm room, a converted storage closet with no windows. My roommate, Dana, and I called it ‘The Cave.’ We...

The Porcelain Visitor

It has been three years since my wife and I bought the old farmhouse on the edge of Thistlewood. The land had been abandoned for decades, and the house itself...

The Fifth Floor

Margaret had lived in the Langford Arms since the year the cherry trees along the boulevard first bloomed. The old building, with its creaking elevator and peeling wallpaper, had always...

The Window with No Glass

The rain fell like a curtain of needles, stitching the afternoon sky to the gray rooftops of the Marrow District. Inside the two-story flat, Elara sprawled across the threadbare loveseat,...

The Bitter Grey

I moved to the old Millbrook farmhouse in early autumn, hoping the isolation would help me write my thesis. The landlord had warned me about drafts and the occasional mouse,...

The Last Sunbeam

The summer I turned sixteen, my parents left me alone for a fortnight while they attended a distant cousin’s funeral in another state. Our farmhouse in the rural Midwest, with...

The Hairline Fracture

The first time I noticed the crack in the bathroom mirror, I blamed the temperature. Old house, steam from the shower, things expand and contract. It was a thin, hairline...

The Light at Beacon Point

It was my first year at Meridian University when I impulsively signed up for the Outback Exploration Society. Our chosen destination was Beacon Point, a peak that locals in the...

The Ceramic Echo

It began not with a whisper, but with the soft click of ceramic against stone. I was settled into the worn armchair in my studio apartment, the only light the...

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