Ghost stories from Canada

The Hum of the Unseen

Rain lashed against the attic window, each drop a frantic tattoo on the glass. Inside, Elias and Finn huddled together, the only illumination a single, sputtering flashlight casting long, dancing...

The Old Station House

My family moved into the former railway station when I was thirteen. For the first few days, everything was peaceful. Then the noises began. The old conductor’s stool in my...

The Clack of the Slate

In the autumn of 1987, my cousin Delia and I were sitting on the warped front steps of my grandmother’s farmhouse, which was bordered by a towering, unkempt privet hedge...

The Charred Wing

I was sixteen when I saw it happen, in the summer of 2009, at a derelict homestead in the hills of West Virginia. My friend Danny’s family had bought the...

The Unseen Gardener

The old manor house sat on a sprawling estate, overgrown with a wild, untamed beauty that hinted at neglect. Eleanor and her younger sister, Clara, had only been there a...

The Bedpost Diary

In the autumn of 2004, I inherited my great-uncle’s farmhouse in the remote countryside of northern Vermont. The house was a sprawling Victorian relic, with peeling wallpaper and a staircase...

The Burst Line

The old farmhouse had always been a stubborn thing, and my father’s death hadn’t softened it. We’d inherited the place after the funeral, and the renovation was my way of...

The Locksmith’s Gift

I remember the night it happened, not because of the dream itself, but because of what came after. I had been building a website for a client, a local historian...

The Salt Garden

When I was nine, my family moved into a house that had been built by my great-grandfather on a plot of land that had been in our family for generations....

The Beacon in the Storm

The lighthouse on Kestrel’s Point had been in my family for four generations, and the dead had always been as much a part of it as the salt-scoured stones. They...

The Hollow Lantern

The flyer was taped to the bulletin board at the gas station, the paper yellowed and curling at the edges. It advertised a ‘Public Paranormal Investigation’ at the Derelict Creamery,...

The Forgotten Child

In the summer of 1990, Clara and her husband Mark moved into a quaint old house that had been divided into two homes. Clara’s mother-in-law resided in the upper unit,...

The Feathered Weight

I never used to believe in the stories my grandmother told about the old house, but after what happened, I can’t ignore them. My name is Lena, and I’ve always...

The Static Between Sleep

My name is Leo, and I’m nineteen, living in a basement suite in Edmonton, Alberta. It’s a cramped, damp place with a single window that looks out onto a forgotten...

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