Ghost stories from Australia

The Carpenter’s Knot

The salt spray of the Tasman Sea was a constant companion during our family’s nomadic years. My father, a man whose business acumen often outpaced his empathy, moved us from...

The Hollow Oak

The first time I saw the house, I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the January wind. It was a three-story Victorian monstrosity, all peeling paint and...

The Winter Guest

My grandfather, Elias, died in the autumn of 1958, when my mother was expecting my father. He was killed by a runaway delivery truck on a foggy road, just a...

The Chattering Service

The year was 1998. My grandmother, Evelyn, and her sister, Margaret, had come from the misty coast of Maine to stay with us in our sprawling Victorian farmhouse in upstate...

The Grease Trap

The clock on the wall of the Rusty Skillet Diner read 10:47 PM. I was wiping down the counter for the third time, the same stubborn smear of ketchup refusing...

The Conductor’s Note

Elara had always found comfort in the silence of her late-night practice sessions in the old concert hall, now a museum. The building was a relic, its walls heavy with...

The Unlatting

The salt-laced wind whipped Amelia’s hair across her face as she waited near the derelict lighthouse keeper’s cottage. The sun, a bruised orange disc, began its slow descent over the...

The Salted Wood

The house arrived on the back of a flatbed truck in the autumn of ’67, trailing red dust and the smell of pine resin from the old town it had...

The Clockwork Orchard

In the autumn of 1989, my grandfather, Elias, passed away in his sleep at the age of 84, leaving behind a sprawling apple orchard that had been in our family...

The Fourth Bell

In the autumn of 2009, I started training at the Ironworks Gym, a converted warehouse in the industrial district of Port Meridian. My friend Leo and I would spend every...

The Boxing Ring Mystery

In 2003, Jake and his buddy Tom began their boxing journey together. They spent countless hours training at the local gym, a place that felt like a second home. The...

The Frozen Draft

It was a sweltering Tuesday in early August, 2007, and I was eleven, sprawled on the worn carpet of my grandmother’s attic bedroom. The air conditioning hummed weakly, but a...

The Uninvited Burden

The air in Elias’s small attic room was thick, stifling, even with the cracked window letting in the meager night breeze. He woke with a gasp, not to the familiar...

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