Ghost stories from Arizona

The Ceiling’s Hum

The move to Tucson was supposed to be a fresh start, a dry heat cleanse for our frayed nerves. We’d narrowed it down to two neighborhoods, so we took a...

The Cactus Heart

The first time I set foot in the Badlands, it was on a whim. I’d driven from the coast, chasing a vague rumor of ancient petroglyphs, and found myself at...

The Midnight Inventory

I was housesitting for my cousin Derek and his wife, Priya, over the long weekend while they visited her family. They lived in a converted church, all vaulted ceilings and...

The Long Way Back

I had been working nights at the clinic on the edge of the desert for about three months when I finally decided to see what was behind the steel door...

The Static Room

The first time I noticed something was wrong was when Freya, my two-year-old daughter, started having conversations with the ceiling fan in her nursery. It was an old, wobbling thing,...

The Dumpster Sentinel

I’ve lived in this neighborhood for fifteen years, in a modest house with a brick-walled patio that’s my sanctuary. Old Mrs. Kessler next door passed away last spring, and her...

The Incomplete House

My earliest memory is of the room I shared with my younger sister, Mira, in the old farmhouse our family moved into when I was five. It was a sprawling,...

The Kettle’s Whistle

Last autumn, I house-sat for my cousin Elena at her isolated cottage in the Appalachian foothills. She had two cats: a sleek black named Umbra and a fluffy orange tabby...

The Red Jar

At seventeen, I was certain that archaeology would be my ticket to adventure, far from the dusty predictability of my hometown. When my grandmother forwarded me a brochure for a...

The House That Counted

In the summer of ’94, my sister Lena and I drove down from Cedar Ridge with our mother and her friend, Mrs. Albright, to the open-house circuit in the valley....

The Laughing Room

My daughter, Lily, had always been a bright light in a dim world. But after her father left, that light flickered. She found solace in a forgotten corner of our...

The Cut Grass Ache

I was out on my aunt’s porch, wiping the sweat from my neck with a bandana that had seen better days. The sun was high, and the grass was thick...

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