The Lantern in the Library
The summer before my junior year, my cousin Maya turned seventeen, and my aunt threw her a lavish birthday weekend at our family’s lakeside cabin. The last night, after the...
The summer before my junior year, my cousin Maya turned seventeen, and my aunt threw her a lavish birthday weekend at our family’s lakeside cabin. The last night, after the...
My grandmother, Abuela Elena, had come to stay with us for the summer, all the way from her little village in the mountains of Oaxaca. She was a tiny woman...
The first time I heard the music, I thought it was the wind playing tricks on the rotted eaves of our rented farmhouse. But the tune was too deliberate, a...
The house at the end of Juniper Lane had always been a patchwork of strange details. Before the foundation was poured, the land had been a municipal dump, a place...
This happened a long time ago, when I was just a toddler, barely able to walk. My parents and my older sister, Emily, who was seven at the time, used...
My grandmother’s house had always been a place of odd currents, but I never believed the stories until I inherited it. The family chalked up the strange happenings to an...
The house on Hemlock Lane had a personality, and it wasn’t a friendly one. From the moment we moved in, I felt it—a heaviness in the air, like the rooms...
My name is Elias Thorne, and I am seventeen. I have seen things that would curdle the blood of grown men, things that have no place in the waking world....
The night it all changed began with a dare, the kind that festers between best friends during a sleepover. I was thirteen, and so was Leo, my partner in mischief...
I never believed in ghosts. Not really. Not until we moved into the old Beaumont house on Sycamore Lane, a creaking Victorian relic with peeling paint and a porch that...
Every Día de los Muertos, my grandmother and I would drive from our small town in the high desert of New Mexico to the old Catholic cemetery on the outskirts...
Three autumns ago, my wife Mira and I moved into a creaking Victorian on the edge of Blackwood Pines, a dense forest that bordered an old, overgrown cemetery. The locals...
I never believed in ghosts. Not really. I figured they were just stories people told to scare each other, or excuses for creaky floors and drafty windows. That was before...
I’ve always prided myself on being a rational man. Ghosts, spirits, apparitions—these were the fodder of campfire tales and B-movies, not the fabric of my daily life. So when I...
The house on Linden Avenue had been a bargain, and I’d learned why within a month of moving in. It wasn’t the creaking floors or the drafty windows; it was...
I have always been a creature of proof. In my bones, I needed to see, touch, or at least hear a thing myself before I could call it real. This...
My name is Elara, and I’ve just had the living daylights scared out of me. I’ve always been fascinated by the strange and unexplained, devouring every ghost story and paranormal...
The Friday night ritual was the same as always: Dad would pick some action blockbuster with explosions every ten minutes, Mom would knit and nod off, and my sister Mia...
I had never given much thought to the thin line between waking and sleeping until the autumn I spent as the night attendant at St. Dymphna’s Rest Home, a squat...
In the autumn of 1987, I was six months pregnant and living with my husband, Leo, in a converted school bus we had parked on a patch of land we...
I never knew my mother’s father. He died in a village outside Oaxaca when she was eleven, a death my grandmother never explained and my mother never mentioned. We had...
At seventeen, I thought I understood loss. But when Maya took her own life three weeks into our junior year, the world tilted on an axis I hadn’t known existed....
The three of us—Mara, her fiancé Theo, and I—sat cross-legged on the worn Persian rug in Mara’s attic, the only light a guttering candle that smelled of burnt honey. The...
When I was six, I received a dwarf goat named Pepper for my birthday. She was a curious little thing, with a coat of mottled gray and white, and ears...
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