Ghost stories from Kansas

The Riverside Mirror

The town of Ashford had always been quiet, nestled among the rustling cornfields and the slow, muddy river that cut through the county. I was seventeen when I moved there...

The Warmth Tax

Mara had always been a collector of obscure books, her small apartment in the coastal town of Thornhaven lined with shelves of worn spines. On a particular evening, under the...

The Tenant in the Hall

When my partner and I moved into the old mill complex in Ashford, we thought we’d found a gem. The brick walls, the high ceilings, the cheap rent—it was perfect...

The Latent Hour

My story begins with a small, ordinary incident in a town called Hollow Creek, where the fog rolled in from the river like a second skin. I was four, barely...

The Stain That Breathed

The old farmhouse on Hemlock Road had been a bargain, and Marcus, Lena, and I were desperate. We’d scraped together every penny just to afford the down payment, and the...

The Intermittent Current

It was the third week of the new semester at Cedar Ridge High, a sprawling glass-and-steel structure that had replaced the crumbling brick of the old Hillman High, now buried...

The Aftershift Caress

The old bait-and-tackle shop on Meridian Street had been closed for years, but Leo rented the upstairs apartment anyway. He liked the smell of dust and river water, the way...

The Cicada’s Knell

The summer I turned ten, we moved into a prefabricated bungalow on the edge of a dying town, where the cornfields whispered secrets and the heat hung like a wet...

The Playback Machine

Marlene and I had been married for eleven years, and in all that time, she had never once mentioned a brother. So when she casually dropped the name ‘Eliot’ while...

The Pale Doorway

I never believed in the quiet of a house until I moved into the one on Tallow Lane. It was a narrow Victorian with peeling wallpaper and a staircase that...

The Cold Static

The Hudsons’ house, a Victorian relic with peeling wallpaper and a staircase that groaned like an old ship, had always felt alien to me. My wife, Clara, and I had...

A Child Saw the Truth

My cousin called from Oakwood and asked if we could visit the town’s old memorial park. She wanted us to leave a small stone on her grandmother’s resting place, as...

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