Ghost stories from Australia

The Amethyst Lantern

My grandfather’s farmhouse sat at the end of a gravel road that wound through acres of corn, a place where the only sounds at night were the wind and the...

Phantom Pets

I can’t remember exactly how old I was, but I was roughly around 11-13 years old. We’d always had pets growing up from mice to hamsters, chickens and later on...

The Man in the Rain

The winter after our uncle drowned, the house on Maple Street felt like a held breath. My mother moved through rooms with the silence of a ghost, and my father...

The Clockwork Hum

Maya’s grandmother passed in the upstairs hallway of their old New England farmhouse, the one with the wide pine floors and the storm windows that rattled in the wind. The...

The Windgate Calling

At thirteen, I thought I understood fear—the dark, the creaks of an old house, the dread of a nightmare that felt too real. But nothing prepared me for the night...

The Clockwork Stain

The old house on Thornwood Avenue had a reputation, but I was a skeptic. I moved in because the rent was unbelievably low, and the landlord, a wiry man with...

The Sap in the Walls

I moved into the old farmhouse on Larkspur Lane when I was seven, and now at twenty-two, I still feel the weight of its silence pressing against my eardrums. The...

The Lullaby of the Lost

My grandfather’s farmhouse stood at the edge of a vast, whispering wheat field that turned to silver under the moon. I was six, and my parents had sent me there...

The Broken Chalk Line

I never believed in ghosts until the winter of my thirteenth year, when the old servant’s quarters of Blackwood Manor became my refuge from the rain. I had been sent...

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