Ghost stories from Shadow People

The Hollow Wall

When Cara and I moved into the old Tripp House, we thought we were getting a steal. The rent was absurdly low, and the landlord, a hunched man with spectacles...

The Glass Harvest

My girlfriend Nadia has a history that most people would find hard to believe. It’s not my place to share every detail, but suffice it to say, her childhood was...

The Counterweight

The first week of October 2019, I was housesitting for my aunt in her old farmhouse outside of Crows’ Nest, Kansas. She’d been staying with my cousin in Topeka for...

The Lantern Game

The summer I turned twelve, my cousins and I discovered the abandoned lighthouse on the cliffs of Port Blaine. It had been empty for decades, a rusted spiral staircase leading...

The Key That Waits

Marta and I had lived in the old farmhouse for three years, ever since we inherited it from my grandmother. The house had a way of feeling larger than its...

The Lantern in the Sinkhole

For thirty-one years, Malcolm had walked the halls of the Beacon Hill Mortuary, a sprawling red-brick building that hunkered at the edge of a vast, neglected cemetery. The mortuary was...

The Hour Between

It was a Tuesday in late October, and I was curled up on my secondhand couch in the basement apartment I called home. The overhead light had burned out days...

The Velvet Weight

At twenty-four, Mara lived alone in a creaking Victorian flat above a shuttered bakery in the town of Hollow Creek. The flat smelled of dust and old paper, and the...

The Mold in the Corner

I’m Lila, and I’ve lived in the same two-story house in the outskirts of a sleepy Midwest town for as long as I can remember. My brother, Marcus, is four...

The Longest Silence

The house sat at the end of a gravel road, surrounded by acres of pine forest that swallowed sound. I remember thinking how peaceful it was when we moved in,...

The Green Visitor

Dr. Evelyn Marsh had spent her entire adult life dissecting the mysteries of the human body and the divine soul. With two doctorates and a towering IQ, she believed she...

The Clockwork Bear

The summer I turned sixteen, my mother decided we would spend the holidays at my grandmother’s cottage in the hills of Kumaon. The place was a relic of another era,...

The Ceiling That Breathed

I’ve always had a foot in the other world, but that never shook me. Growing up in a house where the floorboards creaked with invisible footsteps, where cold spots lingered...

The Bathroom Door

I was six when we moved into the yellow house on Cedar Lane, a fresh start my parents insisted, though all I could remember was the ache of leaving my...

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