The Ceiling Ticks
Dr. Alistair Rook had spent a decade in the dry, fluorescent halls of the Somnology Institute, cataloging the strange and the sleepless. His specialty was the borderland between wakefulness and...
Dr. Alistair Rook had spent a decade in the dry, fluorescent halls of the Somnology Institute, cataloging the strange and the sleepless. His specialty was the borderland between wakefulness and...
The summer I turned twelve, my family took a camper van tour of the Italian countryside, a final hurrah before our emigration to Canada. My father, an amateur historian, had...
It was the summer of 1998, and I was nineteen, living in a cramped apartment above my uncle’s hardware store in the rust belt town of Millbrook. The place had...
The night air had that thick, pre-storm heaviness that makes every sound feel like a warning. Marcus and I had split a six-pack in my garage, which I converted into...
The storm was a living thing, a black beast that clawed at the windows of my car as I drove home from my friend’s studio. The rain came down in...
I have always trusted the world to be a rational place, a machine of cause and effect that can be understood with enough observation. My name is Elias, and I...
After six years away at university, I moved back into my childhood home last September. The house sat on a quiet cul-de-sac in a town that time seemed to forget,...
In the autumn of 2019, I was a graduate student at Meridian University, buried in a mountain of archaic texts for my thesis on medieval ecclesiastical cartography. The library, a...
I had been living in Booth House, a converted Victorian mansion split into four flats, for nearly three years with my roommates, Leo and Maya. The place had its quirks—a...
Marcus had always been a city person. When his wife, Elena, inherited a dilapidated farmhouse from her distant aunt in the remote village of Ashford, he was skeptical. But Elena...
It’s been nine years since I last saw Jasper. My father, in one of his drunken hazes, left the back door open and the little black cat slipped out into...
I never put much stock in the supernatural. I was a man of science, of reason, a firm believer that every mystery had a logical explanation. But that night in...
Listening to the woods...
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