The Mirror That Hung Wrong
The trouble started, as these things often do, with a house that felt slightly off. I had moved into the old Whitfield place outside of town, a Victorian with dark...
The trouble started, as these things often do, with a house that felt slightly off. I had moved into the old Whitfield place outside of town, a Victorian with dark...
When our neighbors decided to renovate their old barn into a cozy home for my family, their children warned me about strange sounds coming from the basement. At just eight...
It was the summer of ’94 when we finally moved into Aunt Delia’s old cottage, nestled at the edge of the marsh. The place smelled of damp earth and old...
The year was 2006, and I had finally convinced myself to take a break from the endless gray of the city. I chose the Faroe Islands, a place so remote...
The first time Elara felt the searing agony, she was arranging antique books in the hushed aisles of Oakhaven Antiquarian Books. It wasn’t a physical ache, not a pulled muscle...
Every few weeks, a strange pressure builds behind my eyes. It isn’t a headache. It feels like a memory that doesn’t belong to me. This began in early spring. I...
The vet’s words were a quiet death sentence for Bramble, my seventeen-year-old tabby. Kidney failure, they said. We managed his pain with fluids and a special diet, but I knew...
The night I arrived in Dunedin, New Zealand, the air was thick with the smell of rain and the promise of something I couldn’t name. My father, a man I...
It started when I was a kid, always sensing things just out of sight. Our house was old, with creaking floorboards and a draft that moved like breath. I kept...
I first noticed the interference during the last week of October, when the nights turned crisp and the sky over the Salt Flats took on that bruised purple hue that...
The first thing I registered was the cold. It wasn’t the sharp chill of winter, but a damp, invasive cold that seemed to seep through the thin blanket and into...
Our family history is tangled like the overgrown wisteria that crawls up the side of our rented farmhouse in the Canterbury plains. I’m Ash, fifteen, and my little brother Birch...
The first time I saw it, I felt a queer pull, like the clock was a lodestone and I was a scrap of iron. It was buried in a cardboard...
My grandmother on my mother’s side, Elara, was a woman of quiet conviction. She never spoke of ghosts or spirits, but she had a way of knowing things—like when the...
Elara had spent her entire life in the small coastal town of Dunmore, in the house her grandfather built from the timbers of a wrecked ship. It was a sturdy,...
I wanted to start a ghost channel on you tube with a friend, so we spent 3 consecutive nights/ mornings walking around the cemetery recording and taking pictures. What we...
I first knew Edgar as a quiet, lanky young man with ink-stained fingers when I was thirteen. He taught folklore at the University of Dunedin, and he was one of...
I had always been the practical one in my family. While my cousins whispered about ghosts at sleepovers, I was the one reading true-crime books under the covers, fascinated by...
In the summer of ’94, I was fifteen, spending my days at my uncle’s tool and die shop on the edge of Millbrook. We made custom metal brackets for industrial...
In the autumn of 1988, when I was sixteen, I went to a sleepover at my friend Elsie’s house. Her family were Norwegian, and they spoke Norwegian at home, a...
I never believed in ghosts. Not until the night the maintenance closet door opened by itself and the janitor never came back. But that was months after I started working...
I never believed in omens, not until the summer the grain elevator at the edge of Colby Falls started its final harvest. I worked the morning shift at the local...
The flat we moved into was tucked behind my grandfather’s old printing house, a relic from the 1920s that had seen better days. We were in the back annex, a...
It was the winter of 2008, and the frost had bitten the fields around the small farming town of Ashbrook Hollow. I was fifteen, part of a Venture Scout troop...
Listening to the woods...
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