Ghost stories from Northern Mariana Islands

The Cat’s Cradle

It was the autumn of my twelfth year, and we were pioneers of a sort—the first family to sink roots into the red clay of the Holloway Tract, a parcel...

The Unseen Sitter

After three months of weekend shifts at the county lockup, I finally got released on a Sunday evening. My name is Daniel, and I just wanted to crawl into my...

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