Ghost stories from Voices

The Midnight Modem

The morning of March 4th, 2023, was wrong from the start. I woke at 4:47 AM, a full three hours before my alarm. The clock blinked accusingly in the dark....

The Hollow Frame

My aunt Rosalind used to tell me about the summer she spent at her great-grandmother’s farmhouse, a place called the Hollow because it sat in a dip between two hills...

The Blue Pen

The school bus wheezed to a stop at the end of the gravel lane, its brakes sighing like a tired animal. I was twelve, and the October air had that...

The Constant Hum

Ever since my brother Daniel passed, the house on Maple Street has felt wrong. It’s not the creaking floorboards or the drafts that worry me; it’s the silence that isn’t...

The Stairwell’s Ledger

The old Victorian house on Cedar Lane had always creaked at night, but for the past three weeks, the sounds had become more deliberate. Every time I passed the stairwell,...

The Second Visit

It had been nearly four months since I first saw the crawling girl. I had almost convinced myself she was a product of a sleepless night, a trick of the...

The Wilted Crown

The air in my grandmother’s house always tasted of dust and dried lavender, a sweetness that clung to the back of the throat like a lie. I’d been back for...

The Sibilant Threshold

My name is Elara, and I’ve lived in the Atwood Flats for five years now. It’s a converted textile mill, all exposed brick and industrial-chic, but the charm wears thin...

The Lantern’s Vigil

The house on Birchwood Lane was our first real home, a two-story Victorian with a wraparound porch and a yard that sloped down to a creek. We’d moved there in...

The Dust Settles

My great-aunt Edna had a sixth sense for the spectral, or so the family whispered. She’d never stay in one house longer than a year, always citing ‘the draft’ or...

The Carpet’s Edge

Ava and I have always shared a strange bond. It’s not something we talk about, but we both know. When I wake with a headache, I find her nursing the...

The Swaying Ornaments

Elena had always been wary of the old house on Cedar Lane, but she’d lived there her whole life, ever since her parents inherited it from her grandmother. The creaks...

The Porcelain Keeper

I never believed in inherited curses, not until the summer we moved into the old Harlow house. My grandmother on my mother’s side had been a ‘seer,’ as the family...

The Old Man

This is my first experience and my first story so it might not be as good as some. I am very scared of ghosts and have never thought they were...

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