Ghost stories from Philippines

The Last Plate

The old boarding house on Zamora Street had been my refuge for three years, a crumbling relic of a bygone era where the walls breathed with the sighs of forgotten...

The Floor Above

The old boarding house on Racecourse Road had a history that clung to its walls like damp. It had been a sanatorium in the 1920s, then a nursing home, and...

The Final Rehearsal

The school auditorium was a cavern of dust and silence, the kind of place that holds its breath. Marta had been there for hours, her body aching from the empty...

The Last Frame

The rain had stopped by the time we paddled our dinghy through the front door, but the water still swirled around our waists, thick with debris and the sour smell...

The Cold Threshold

My grandmother called it ‘the sight,’ but I just called it a curse of the thermostat. From a young age, I could walk into a room and know, with absolute...

The Velvet Guest

Mara had been a night-shift nurse for three years, and she knew the precise weight of 2 a.m. silence. But tonight, as she sat in the dimly lit break room...

The Seventh Door

When we moved into the old farmhouse on Hollow Creek Road in the autumn of 1987, my father called it a ‘temporary inconvenience.’ The house had been vacant for years,...

The Blue Net

It was the summer of 1998, and I was seventeen, house-sitting for my aunt in the dusty outskirts of Rancho Cielo, a town that felt like it was slowly being...

The Porcelain Rose

I was seventeen the summer my father and I moved to the small town of Ashford, where the only thing more oppressive than the heat was the silence. Our new...

The Unfinished Unit

My partner, Marcus, had been talking about finding his own place for months. When he finally settled on a ground-floor apartment in an old converted warehouse on the outskirts of...

The Tidal Ward

The salt air of Port Merrow clung to everything, even the sterile corridors of St. Aldhelm’s Hospice, which overlooked the gray, restless sea. I had brought my partner, Elias, here...

The Salted Food Storage

I’m not one for the supernatural. I’m a guy who trusts empirical evidence and the scientific method. I’ve slept in centuries-old inns, walked through abandoned asylums, and even spent a...

The Sunken Gallery

Eight years have passed since that oppressive summer, yet the memory of that house clings to me like a film of cold sweat. I had been working construction for a...

The Unquiet Static

I never believed in the stories the old nurses told, the ones about the hospital’s past patients lingering in the corridors. Mercy General was a new building, all glass and...

The Tetris Effect

The first time I set foot in Julian’s flat, I felt it. Not a draft, not a chill, but a wrongness, like the air was a size too small. He...

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