Ghost stories from New York

Tapping Noise

Hey everyone, it’s been a while since I’ve submitted my first story. But I’m back with another spooky experience. I will keep it as short and simple as possible. My...

The Iron Key of Ward Four

The Ashworth Arms stood on a windswept bluff above the gray Atlantic, its Victorian facade peeling like sunburned skin. The rooms were cheap, the radiators clanked like ghostly chains, and...

The Tin Whistle Man

My grandfather, Arthur, lived in a small coastal town called Saltmarsh, a place where the fog rolled in like a gray blanket and the sea whispered secrets to the shore....

The Cinder Garden

Mara Voss had inherited the property from a great-aunt she’d never met, a woman whose name was spoken in hushed tones at family gatherings. The deed arrived with a letter...

The Pitted Concrete

The first time I saw the pit, I thought it was just a quirk of the old warehouse’s floor. I’d been hired to convert the ground level of the Meridian...

The Hollow Call at Dawn

Since the first frost of October, the farm had worn a shroud of unease. I’d moved into the old farmhouse six months prior, seeking solitude after a rough divorce. The...

The Ninth Floor Chime

The nursing home corridors always smelled of antiseptic and regret, but my mother, Edna, never seemed to notice. She’d been here for three years, her mind slowly unspooling like a...

The Cold Spiral

The first time it happened, I was in the middle of a library shift. Not the public library where I worked, but the university archive—a place that smelled of old...

The Falling Library

Marta’s life had always been orderly, a series of neatly stacked boxes on shelves. She was a librarian at the Grigori Memorial Library, a squat, stone building in the middle...

The Second Shift

I never believed in ghosts. Not really. I figured the stories the night crew told were just their way of passing the long, dark hours. My name is Mara, and...

The Static Between Panels

Maya had finally carved out a corner of the studio apartment she’d rented after the divorce. It wasn’t much—a folding table, a drawing tablet, and a stack of sketchbooks—but it...

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