Ghost stories from Nebraska

The Juniper Promise

The first time I met Mira, she was holding a colander of just-picked blueberries, her fingers stained like a woodcut print. Our sons were the same age, and we’d met...

The Groaning Machine

The first time I noticed something wrong was on a damp Tuesday afternoon. I was at my aunt’s dental clinic, helping her shred patient records that were older than the...

The Second Line

On the first Tuesday of November, the leaves had turned to rust and the sky was the color of old cement. That was the day my grandmother, Elara, stopped breathing...

The Clockwork Choir

My childhood bedroom was a museum of the grotesque, a shrine to my mother’s inexplicable passion for porcelain figurines. They lined every shelf, every windowsill, and especially the six-tiered curio...

The Compass and the Cold

The winter after my grandmother passed, I found myself alone in her old farmhouse, sorting through decades of clutter. It was three days after New Year’s, and the snow had...

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