Ghost stories from Canada

The Glass Orchard

The night my parents went to that anniversary dinner, I was fifteen, alone in our new house on the outskirts of a town called Stillwater. We had moved there three...

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The Pinecrest Relic

Maplewood Estates was the kind of neighborhood where conformity was a quiet religion. Every lawn was a perfect rectangle of green, every driveway a clean sweep of asphalt, and every...

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The Bell Toll of Cinder House

The town of Grey Hollow was carved out of the Ontario wilderness by Scottish settlers in the 1840s, who brought with them their bitter feuds with the Irish. That hatred...

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The Lantern Keeper

In the small town of Merrow’s Reach, nestled between the fog-choked pines and the restless sea, there was a stretch of road called the Old Ferry Lane. It was a...

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The Reflecting Hour

Marta had always found comfort in the old farmhouse’s quirks. The creaking stairs, the drafty windows, the way the basement door always swung open on its own. Her cousin Tomas,...

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The Lantern of Unseen Ports

In the autumn of 1984, I was twelve, living in the port town of Greyhollow, Maine. My mother and I drove to the old ferry terminal to pick up a...

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The Saltwood Visitor

I was seventeen when I spent the night at Lena’s family cottage, a drafty old place buried in the pine woods of Saltwood, miles from any neighbor. It was the...

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The Hollow Tractor

My first months with Lena were spent in her brother-in-law’s house, perched on a hill in the older part of town, where the newer developments gave way to a dense,...

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Ally Wouldn’t Say Good-bye – A Tale Of A Cat Stuck Between Worlds

When I was 10, we had four cats. Now, I won’t go into detail for these cats, but I will tell you the haunting story of one cat that wouldn’t...

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The Static Between Stations

The last time I saw Mira was the final bell before winter break, December 22nd, 2007. We were juniors, and she was already an outcast, a girl who ate lunch...

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The Last Page Turner

At thirteen, I was convinced that the world could be understood through books. My bedroom was a converted pantry off the kitchen, a narrow room with a single window that...

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The Unseen Tenant

When I was twelve, my mother would disappear every Saturday morning before the sun had fully climbed over the rooftops, off to the old brick market hall at the edge...

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Dogs Came Back

My family dogs are miniature short-haired Dachshounds. Their names were Charlie and Cindy, had them since grade 5, when we lived in Toronto. They past away in 1999/2000. Cindy past...

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The Long Hollow

It happened six weeks ago, while I was helping my cousin Marek with his newborn, Lina. He and his wife, Dana, had an emergency at his family’s vineyard—a collapsed irrigation...

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The Last Snowfall of Granite Hollow

It has been eleven years since my grandmother, Mabel, passed away, and I still find myself reaching for the phone to call her whenever something goes wrong. She was the...

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The Melody in the Attic

When my Aunt Clarissa died, the family gathered in her sprawling Victorian house to sort through a lifetime of belongings. The air was thick with dust and the smell of...

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The Third Corridor

I never thought I’d find myself back in that part of Wales, but three years have passed since the accident, and my therapist suggested a change of scenery. She said...

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The Old Oak’s Vigil

Milo had always been a creature of habit, and the old oak tree in our backyard was his favorite spot to lounge. He was a ginger tabby, nearly fourteen, with...

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The Lantern Keeper’s Bargain

In the sweltering summer of 1997, when I was nine, my father and I left our cramped apartment in the city for a weekend of fishing at a secluded lake...

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The Painted Corner

Our new house in the town of Marrow’s Bend was a fixer-upper, and we knew it. The floors sloped, the windows whistled, and the walls had layers of old wallpaper...

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The Constant Visitor

I was six when I first saw him, standing at the foot of my bed in the old farmhouse my parents rented on the outskirts of Verona, Wisconsin. The moonlight...

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The Migraine Man

Elaine had always been a vivid dreamer. Most nights, her dreams were fleeting, evaporating like mist upon waking. But occasionally, one would cling to her memory with unsettling clarity, every...

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The Void in the Hall

In the autumn of 2010, I was twenty-four and hollowed out. My fiancée, Clara, had left me in April, and by November I had let the world slip into a...

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The Third Shape

We were three months into the lease on the old farmhouse, and the silence had become a fourth roommate. Lena, my wife, said it was the isolation—twenty miles to the...

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