Ghost stories from Australia

The Hollow Hum of House Seven

The summer I turned fourteen, my parents bought a sprawling one-story house at the end of Cedar Lane. It was a house of odd proportions: five bedrooms, one bathroom, and...

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The Looming Silence

At seventeen, Mara lived in the quiet coastal town of Dunmore, where the fog rolled in thicker than the tide. Her family had moved into an old lighthouse keeper’s cottage,...

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The Last Biscuit

I have always been the careful one, the observer. At fourteen, my friends were obsessed with ghost-hunting apps and midnight dares, but I preferred the quiet certainty of my own...

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The Weeping Wallpaper

I moved into the old farmhouse on the edge of the Salt Flats with my roommate, Tess. We were both drawn to the isolation, the way the house sat like...

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The Stairwell’s Cadence

The house on Maple Street had always felt ordinary to Lena, a two-story colonial with a wraparound porch and a backyard that sloped down to a creek. Her parents had...

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The Hollow Tap

The tapping began on the third Tuesday after we moved into the old farmhouse at the edge of the Saltmarsh. It wasn’t a knock, not really—more like the impatient drumming...

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The Amber Eye of the Loom

I remember the night it happened as if it were etched into the inside of my skull with a hot needle. I was twenty-three, living alone in a rented cottage...

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The Visitor in the Night

In my early twenties, I woke up suddenly in my dark room. A strange feeling washed over me, as if a piece of me was being pulled away. My eyes...

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The Hollow Passenger

The first time I saw it, I was twenty-three, living in a cramped studio above a laundromat in the city. The walls were thin, and the constant hum of machines...

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The Iron Tray

I stirred from a dreamless sleep, the kind that feels like drowning in tar. My eyes snapped open to a darkness so thick it pressed against my face like a...

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The Last Tenant

My sister, Dana, has always been the grounded one. She never gave much thought to the supernatural, and our family often joked that she’d sleep through an apocalypse. So when...

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The Luminal Intruder

In the silent depths of that night, I lay in my rented room on the third floor of an old, creaking house on Wharf Street, a place that smelled of...

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A Journey of Belief and Discovery

My name is Sarah. I stand at the crossroads of faith and curiosity. This tale I share is rooted in my personal beliefs, and I hope it resonates with others...

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The Lantern’s Vigil

My name is Elias, and I am a keeper of the old lighthouse on the jagged coast of Merrow Point. I mention this because what happened to me might sound...

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The Lock That Swings

The first time it happened, I blamed the old hinges. I’d moved into the carriage house at the edge of the Novak estate—a rundown, ivy-choked structure that had once been...

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The Locked Door Mystery

Strange occurrences had become a part of Emma’s life in her new home. It all started one chilly evening when she returned from work to find her front door ajar,...

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The Night Before the Hospital

I was visiting my relatives’ home, a place my aunt and her two young sons also lived. My aunt was scheduled for a hospital procedure the next morning and had...

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The Hollow Couch

The last place I wanted to be was Gran’s old farmhouse, but with Gran and Pop gone to a funeral and Aunt Lena due for surgery, someone had to wrangle...

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The Nickel Locket

The morning sun cut through the dusty blinds of my apartment, casting long, jagged shadows across the floor. I woke with a start, my hand instinctively reaching for the small,...

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The Flickering Saint

In the autumn of 2009, my wife Elena and I bought a renovated farmhouse outside the small town of Millbrook. The realtor boasted about its modern amenities, but the thick...

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The Concrete Womb

When Jenna transferred to the newly expanded branch of Peak Fitness in the old industrial district of Leeds, she thought the job was a step up. The gym was housed...

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The Lantern on the Wall

Elena had never believed in ghosts. Growing up in the flatlands of Saskatchewan, she had seen nothing but wheat fields and endless sky, and her imagination was as practical as...

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The Mystery of the Abandoned Office

When my cousin and I decided to open a cleaning service for businesses, we were excited about the opportunities ahead. We quickly found ourselves cleaning a large office building after...

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The Lingering Rot

My name is Mara, and after my aunt Rita decided to cash in her retirement to start a cleaning business, I foolishly agreed to help. We landed a subcontract for...

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