The Unseen Guest
The night air hung heavy over the Rookery Community Center’s parking lot, thick with the scent of pine and damp asphalt. At 9:00 PM on July 7th, the lot was...
The night air hung heavy over the Rookery Community Center’s parking lot, thick with the scent of pine and damp asphalt. At 9:00 PM on July 7th, the lot was...
I’m twenty-three now, living in the same creaking farmhouse outside a town called Millbrook that my family has called home for three generations. My mother, father, and younger brother, along...
In the summer of 2014, my family and I flew to Romania to visit relatives in the Transylvanian countryside. We stayed at my great-uncle’s old farmhouse, a sprawling building with...
The summer I turned sixteen, my family rented an old farmhouse on the edge of the Hokianga Harbor, a place where the mangrove swamps and kauri forests swallowed the road...
In the cramped confines of our fourth-floor walk-up, the city’s hum was a constant, muffled drone. I shared a bedroom with my younger brother, Leo, our twin beds separated by...
The logging road cut through the pines like a scar, a fresh gash of gravel and compacted earth that the forest hadn’t yet begun to heal. I’d walked it a...
In the quiet town of Ashford, where the nights were long and the fog rolled in from the river, there lived a man named Elias. He was a night watchman...
It started on a Tuesday, four days into our stay at the seaside village of Thornwick. My name is Elias, and I’d come there with my mother, her friend Renata,...
I’ve been meaning to write this down for years, but it wasn’t until I found my grandmother’s old diary that I finally understood what I saw. This is my story,...
The first time I saw it, I thought it was a trick of the light from the flickering fluorescent bulb in the break room. I was alone, as always, at...
Listening to the woods...
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