Ghost stories from Oklahoma

The Paint and the Chill

In the fall of 2004, I moved into a small craftsman bungalow in the outskirts of Bakersfield, California. My friend Elena had inherited it from her grandmother, who had passed...

The Hollow Rhythm

Mara had always been the grounded one, the anchor in her relationship with Leo. For two years, they had built a life together in their small, rented duplex on the...

The Last Visitor

Marta was seven when her grandfather, Tomas, died. It was sudden, a fever that turned to pneumonia, and he was gone in a day. The family was in shock. Marta’s...

The Key to Room 14

The summer of 2007 had been a blur of paint fumes and box flaps. We’d poured every dollar into the old Victorian, scraping away decades of grime to reveal the...

The Last Cigarette

I’ve always been particular about order—maybe it’s a sickness. So when the off-campus house fell into chaos after the end-of-semester blowout, I was the one who stayed behind with a...

The Grinning Hollow

I was eleven the summer we moved to my grandfather’s farm, a place trapped between the dry bones of the prairie and the endless, chattering wind. We kept a few...

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