The Last Ferry
I’ve never been one for recurring dreams, and I’ve certainly never had dreams about people I know, at least not with such vividness. But for the past month, my friend...
I’ve never been one for recurring dreams, and I’ve certainly never had dreams about people I know, at least not with such vividness. But for the past month, my friend...
The first sign was the flicker. Not the dramatic sputter of a dying bulb, but a steady, rhythmic pulse, like a heartbeat in the stairwell. I was halfway through a...
This is my first story, and I feel a little bit nervous (probably because it’s at night, and I usually forbid myself to read ghost stories at night) about sharing...
The first time it happened, I blamed the old wiring. Our house, a creaking Victorian relic on the edge of Maplewood, was notorious for flickering lights and moody appliances. I...
I never believed in ghosts, not really. Not until the night I saw Lena standing on the platform at Hollow Creek station, her dress soaked through, her eyes black as...
Listening to the woods...
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