Ghost stories from Touches

The Hollow Watch

When Lena and I first saw the converted munitions depot, the rent was suspiciously low. The realtor, a woman with a nervous tic, kept mentioning the history of the building:...

The Mirror’s Yield

My cousin Delia and I were six, the summer our mothers worked the late shift at the cannery. We stayed with our great-aunt Morgana in her crumbling farmhouse outside of...

The Crossing Room

The moment I stepped through the front door of the farmhouse, I knew something was wrong. It wasn’t the peeling paint or the way the floorboards groaned under my boots,...

The Key in the Freezer

I was nineteen, working the closing shift at a 24-hour diner off the interstate, a place that smelled of old grease and burnt coffee. My shift lead was a wiry,...

The Hollow Night Concierge

At seventeen, Marcus had worked the night shift at the Melvin & Co. distribution hub for six months. It was a monotonous job, packing boxes of industrial lubricants and listening...

The Curtain at Noon

It had been eleven years since I’d moved into the top-floor unit of the Meridian Residences, a sprawling complex that promised modern comfort and, more importantly, a fresh start. The...

The Humming Void

Marta lived in a creaking old farmhouse in rural Kansas, miles from the nearest neighbor. The house had been in her family for generations, and she’d moved back after her...

The Dandelion Debt

My father collected antique newspapers, and one rainy afternoon he showed me a yellowed page from an 1843 edition of the Larkspur Ledger. The headline read: ‘The Ellery Farm Slayings.’...

The Mulberry Mark

My name is Elara, and I’ve always been a bit strange. My older sister, Mira, was the one who opened my eyes to the paranormal. At first, I was terrified...

The Man in the Hall

It was late October when we moved into the old farmhouse on Hemlock Road. The previous owners had left in a hurry, and the place had a musty, forgotten smell...

The Mudslide Man

In the autumn of 1998, when I was sixteen, my family took a trip to the remote village of San Cipriano in the highlands of Central America. My father had...

The Glass Bead Pact

In the humid, labyrinthine corridors of the Oasis Residence, a condominium that hugged the outskirts of Kuala Lumpur, Maya found herself confined to the penthouse suite she shared with her...

The Hollow Marker

The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the asphalt still gleamed under the pale moon like a ribbon of wet coal. Lola Remedios drove slowly, her knuckles white on...

The Weeping Mannequin

In the sweltering summer of 2006, I had just graduated from high school and moved into a sprawling, forgotten department store on the outskirts of Albuquerque, New Mexico. My cousin,...

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