Ghost stories from Kansas

The Unburdened Stone

Elara tightened her grip on Leo’s small hand, the chill of the late autumn air biting at her exposed skin. They were miles from their familiar suburban streets, deep in...

The Petrified Grove

It was a humid August night, the kind where the air hangs thick and the moon seems to sweat. My best friend, Naomi, and I had just finished a double...

The Collector’s Nest

Our family moved into the old farmhouse on the edge of Morrow County when I was eleven. The place had a charm to it—creaking floorboards, a stone fireplace, and a...

The Last Harvest

The day my father died, the apple orchard behind our house seemed to wither in sympathy. I remember standing at the kitchen window, watching the gnarled branches droop as if...

The Hollow Hour

The summer I turned sixteen, I was obsessed with the old paper mill that squatted on the edge of town like a dead whale. My friend Mira had a thing...

The Key in the Coal Bin

Marla was sixteen the summer she took the job watching the Pettigrew twins, a pair of seven-year-old terrors named Owen and Lily. Their house sat at the end of a...

The Last Rotation

It was a Tuesday, or maybe a Thursday, when I finally gave in to the weight of my own exhaustion. My apartment, a cramped studio on the fifth floor of...

The Fiddle Leaf Fig

My daughter, Claire, and her family moved into a sprawling Victorian on Hemlock Lane last autumn. The house was charming, with a wrap-around porch and a turret, but it had...

The Turn of the Auger

It was the summer we moved into my great-uncle’s old farmhouse, a place my mother had inherited after his death. The house sat at the end of a long, dirt...

The Last Index Card

I never believed in ghosts. Not really. Up to that point, my life had been stubbornly ordinary, filled with school, chores, and the quiet comfort of books. I was an...

The Keypad’s Last Code

Late August, and the heat clung to the walls of the old Sanderson house like a second skin. I’d moved in with five others—Mara, Jules, Theo, Eli, and big, good-natured...

The Chartreuse Ward

I never believed in the quiet. Not truly. I was raised in a house where my mother’s rosary beads clicked like insect legs, and my father swore he saw his...

The Corner of the Room

Martin had always prided himself on being a practical man. When he, his wife Lena, and their blended family—his stepdaughters, nineteen-year-old Rachel and sixteen-year-old Chloe, and his five-year-old daughter, Emma—moved...

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