Ghost stories from South Africa

The Gray Blanket

The house on Hemlock Lane was never truly quiet. My grandmother called it ‘the breathing house’ because at night, when the floorboards settled and the pipes groaned, she swore she...

The Gatehouse Key

The carriage house had always been my sanctuary, a quiet retreat from the creaks and sighs of the main house. My parents had converted it from a dusty garage into...

The Carbon Scar

Mara’s earliest memory was not of a lullaby or a warm embrace, but of smoke. She was barely two, toddling across the cold linoleum of their kitchen, drawn to the...

The Glass Plate Special

The neon sign of the Rusty Spoon flickered through the rain-smeared window, casting a sickly orange glow over the half-eaten plates of meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Marcus wiped his mouth...

The Cradle of Ash

It was the first time in years that I’d agreed to host the family gathering at my apartment, and within three days I regretted it. My grandmother, my fourteen-year-old brother,...

The Hollow Hum at 3:13

The first time it happened, I thought it was just a bad dream. I had been staying at my partner’s apartment, a cozy fourth-floor walk-up in the city, where the...

The Paper Man

I remember that summer as a furnace, the air thick enough to chew, the nights a sticky torment. I was twenty-three, living in a crumbling walk-up in a city that...

The Last Stitch

I was fifteen when my best friend Mia’s boyfriend, Leo, died in a car crash. He’d been a passenger, thrown through the windshield, and the funeral was a blur of...

The Vinegar Wall

It was early autumn when my aunt called, her voice buzzing with a strange excitement. She had found the old Cortez place, the one where she’d spent her childhood summers,...

My Creepy Doll

My really scary doll I certainly have missed my YGS family, as I have not posted in a while. Today I am sharing a story of the only doll I...

The Wall-Watcher

The clinic had a smell I never got used to—a mix of antiseptic and old paper, like the building itself was holding its breath. My name is Elara, and I...

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