The Autumn Guest
Five years. That’s how long it’s been since I’ve darkened this site’s doorstep. Life, as it is wont to do, spun me away from the digital crypt of my uncle’s...
Five years. That’s how long it’s been since I’ve darkened this site’s doorstep. Life, as it is wont to do, spun me away from the digital crypt of my uncle’s...
The Al Madinah district, where the refinery workers were housed, was a sprawl of concrete boxes left over from a boom that had gone bust decades ago. I lived in...
In the humid stillness of Dammam, where the Gulf’s salt breath clung to every wall, I had lived for nineteen years without a single shiver of the unnatural. Our villa,...
Before I turned twelve, I never believed in ghosts. I lived in the sterile hum of a desert city, where the sky was a furnace by day and a velvet...
I’m not the one this happened to. It was my cousin, Elias, and his friends, Sam and Marcus. We lived in a small desert town where the weekends started on...
In the autumn of 2011, I was living in a rented flat on the third floor of an old building in the industrial district of Norwell. The flat had been...
The rental agency had warned us about the house. ‘Old place, quirks and all,’ the agent had said with a shrug, handing over a brass key that felt unusually cold....
The cabin had been in Maren’s family for three generations, but she had never liked it. It sat at the edge of a pine forest, its timber walls dark with...
When I moved into my great-aunt’s old farmhouse on the edge of the cranberry bogs, I thought I was getting a fresh start. The place had been in the family...
Our house on Maple Street had always felt… heavy. Not in a bad way, but like it was holding its breath, waiting for something. Every Thursday at eight, my parents...
Listening to the woods...
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