Ghost stories from United Kingdom

The Last Comb

I’m a data entry clerk, thirty-two, and I live in a converted lighthouse on a rocky headland that juts into the North Sea. The nearest village is a twenty-minute drive...

The Hollow Mannequin

Mara had always been a light sleeper, but the past three nights had been torture. Each night, at precisely 2:00 AM, the grandfather clock in the hall would chime, and...

The Morning Ritual

My name is Clara, and I’m twenty-two. I’ve been reading this forum for years, but I’ve never posted until now. I need to share what happened in my aunt’s house,...

The Curtain Twitch

It began, as these things often do, with a dream that felt less like a dream and more like a memory being stitched together from the wrong cloth. I woke...

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