The Headlight Covenant
I never feared the dark. Not the dark of a room, not the dark of a forest. It was the dark between streetlights on an empty highway that taught me...
I never feared the dark. Not the dark of a room, not the dark of a forest. It was the dark between streetlights on an empty highway that taught me...
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...
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 summer I turned eight, the world was a fever dream of heat and smoke. The fires had come early that year, turning the sky the color of a bruised...
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...
In the autumn of 1979, our family huddled around the sole television in our farmhouse in the Missouri Ozarks. The set was a bulky wooden console with a screen so...
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...
My earliest ghost encounter happened when I was six, during a week-long stay at my aunt’s friend’s farmhouse in the misty hills of Vermont. The house was a sprawling Victorian...
The apartment on Meridian Street had always felt too quiet, even for a bachelor like me. Maya had moved out six months prior, taking her laugh and the smell of...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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 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,...
I moved into the old farmhouse on Redmond Road about eight months ago. It sat at the end of a long, gravel drive, surrounded by fields that had gone to...
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 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,...
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 summer I turned eight, my parents rented a small cabin on the edge of Lake Arden, a place where the pines grew so tall they seemed to scrape the...
The island of Karang Ancam, off the coast of a bustling Southeast Asian nation, was once a thriving fishing village called Kampung Damai. A mysterious fever, said to have been...
I was nine years old, living in a cramped shantytown that clung to the edge of a sprawling city like a barnacle on a sinking ship. Our home was a...
Mara’s world had shrunk to the span of her porch, the cracked concrete steps, and the gnawing fear that something was waiting just beyond the glow of the streetlight. The...
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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