Ghost stories from Seances

The Shattered Vessel

Mara and I had been friends since we were kids, but it wasn’t until that summer in the abandoned farmhouse that we truly tested the limits of our bond. We’d...

The Iron Gate Settlement

In the autumn of 2004, I moved my family into a dilapidated Victorian farmhouse on the outskirts of a dying prairie town called Merrow. The deed listed the construction date...

The Constant Iteration

The night air tasted of cut grass and cheap cider when my mate Callum pulled a worn, wooden box from under his bed. Inside, wrapped in a moth-eaten scarf, was...

The Static Hymn

Marnie and I had shared an apartment in the old Westerly building for three years. It was a crumbling pre-war walk-up, the kind where the radiators clanked like ghostly chains...

The Weeping Machine

In the summer of 2005, I was a fourteen-year-old with an unhealthy obsession with the paranormal. My older brother, Marcus, who was sixteen at the time, shared my fascination. We...

The Board in the Basement

In the autumn of 1998, I was a twenty-four-year-old graduate student in Providence, Rhode Island, sharing a cramped two-bedroom apartment above a laundromat with my best friend, Marcus. The building...

The Cold Draft

Mara and I had been in the creaky Victorian at the edge of Maplewood for about six weeks. The house smelled of old wood and dust, and the radiators clanked...

The Basilisk Hour

My introduction to the dead came not in a moonlit, Gothic cathedral of tombs, but in a sun-bleached, almost cheerful plot of land on the edge of our small town....

The Salt Lantern

I was eight when we moved from the sweltering coast of Oaxaca to the dry, flat expanse of West Texas. Dad had a job at the oil refinery, and our...

The Paper Circle

I was nine the summer my parents sent me to stay with my aunt and uncle in the hills above the old mill town. Their house, a sprawling Victorian with...

The Ceramic Tulips

After my grandfather passed, I inherited his old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, a place I hadn’t visited since I was a kid. My friend Leo, a skeptic with...

The Third Candle

The night we broke the rules, the house on Hemlock Lane became a mausoleum of memories that didn’t belong to us. My cousin Jenna and her boyfriend Marcus had insisted...

The Nursery at the Turn

The house on Cedar Lane had a peculiar silence, as if the walls were holding their breath. Eleanor, a young woman with a penchant for the unexplained, had recently moved...

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