Ghost stories from Philippines

The Pink Helmet

I’ve been a teller at a bank in the financial district for six years, and the daily ride from my condo in the older part of the city to the...

The Unfinished Portrait

The summer I turned twelve, my mother and her sisters gathered at our old farmhouse to sort through my grandmother’s belongings after her passing. As they rummaged through dusty trunks...

The Wet Canvas

My name is Elias Thorne, and I’ve always been attuned to the unseen. My father, a stoic man of science, dismissed my childhood claims as fanciful daydreams. When I was...

The Fifth Candle

In the basement of St. Michael’s Church, beneath the flickering fluorescent light that buzzed like a trapped fly, I was teaching my younger cousin, Danny, how to prepare the thurible...

The Stilted Pilgrim

I’ve lived in the lowlands of Panay all my life, where the sun scorches the rice paddies and the evenings hum with insects. My grandfather’s wake was on its fifth...

The Night Shift Ledger

For years, I’d been a night watchman at the old Meridian Mill, a sprawling, red-brick complex that had been converted into a maze of small offices and storage units. The...

The Last Ferry Home

I’ve always been drawn to the darker corners of the world, but I’ve never had the stomach to stay long. My friends called me a coward, and they were right....

The Linen Closet

It wasn’t the sort of thing that made you scream or run from the house. It was the kind of thing that sat in the back of your mind, a...

The Lavender Stall

The old science building at Westbrook University had a reputation. Not for ghost stories or tragic accidents, but for its peculiar architecture—a labyrinth of narrow halls, sudden stairwells, and restrooms...

The Marble Corridor

In the autumn of 1987, I was a fourth-grader at Saint Basil’s Academy, a private school nestled in the rolling hills of Hudson Valley. The main building, a Gothic monstrosity...

The Sunlit Doorway

I was eight when I first met the woman in the yellow dress. It was the summer before fourth grade, and my family had just moved to a small town...

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