Ghost stories from Canada

The Porcelain Visitor

In the late autumn of 1987, my twin sister Mira and I were five years old, living in a creaking Victorian house in the faded mining town of Silver Hollow....

The Laptop’s Glow

It was a Tuesday when I first noticed the hum. Not from my refrigerator or the streetlights outside my apartment, but from the old laptop I kept on my nightstand....

The Unseen Hand

In the autumn of 2019, I was living alone in a small, rented cottage nestled in the woods of Vermont. The house had a rustic charm, with exposed beams and...

The Orb Above the Bed

That summer, the heat hung over our apartment like a wet blanket, and sleep came only after midnight when the streets finally quieted. I was seventeen, living with my mother...

The Hollow Tap

When Elliot first saw the listing for the old farmhouse on Marrow Lane, he laughed. The place had been on the market for two years, and the price was a...

The Pale Aurora

I’ve lived in this old farmhouse for years, forty miles from the nearest town, and I’ve seen my share of strange weather. But nothing prepared me for what happened on...

The Imitation of Lena

The first thing I noticed about the house on Hemlock Lane was the way the porch light flickered, as if it were gasping for breath. We’d moved in a month...

The Mysterious Voice

A few years back, I found myself in a new town after moving with my family. Adjusting to the unfamiliar neighborhood was challenging. One evening, my parents were out, so...

The Constant Weight

Mara had always prided herself on being rational, the kind of person who needed evidence before believing in anything. That was why she chose Graylock Academy, a utilitarian brick fortress...

The Entity in the Static

It began eight years ago, in the autumn of 2015, when my mother, Helen, and I visited a so-called spiritual medium in a cramped, incense-choked apartment on the outskirts of...

The Lantern Between

In the small town of Maplehurst, Ontario, I lived in a creaky farmhouse that had been in my family for generations. My name is Alex, and I’ve always been fascinated...

The Hollow of the Stairs

In the autumn of 2004, I was stationed in the small town of Crowsbridge, a place of damp brick and whispering trees, working as a missionary. My companion, Samuel, and...

The Invisible Tenant

Marta had always found comfort in the rhythmic hum of her suburban house, a steady pulse of life that had seen her through winters of solitude and summers of quiet...

The House of Memories

In 1980, my family relocated to a quaint town in Maine, where my parents purchased a charming old farmhouse. Built in the early 1950s, the house had seen countless seasons...

The Thistlewood Requiem

The house in Thistlewood was a monument to old money and bad decisions, its brick facade crumbling like stale gingerbread. My grandfather, Elias, had bought it in the autumn of...

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