Ghost stories from Oregon

The Static in the Salt

The autumn of 2004 had settled over Port Blossom like a damp wool blanket, muffling the town’s sounds beneath a layer of salt-fog. I had moved there with my daughter,...

The Weight of the Dam

The valley of Millbrook had always been a quiet place, but since the old dam broke three years ago, the town had been slowly dying. The reservoir drained, revealing a...

The Frost That Crept

The first thing I noticed was the cold, a deep, bone-aching chill that clawed through the triple layers of quilts and the electric blanket’s hum. My eyes snapped open to...

The Wormwood Bloom

The day I decided to rip out the garden, I knew something had to give. Our rental, a sprawling Victorian with peeling paint and a wraparound porch, had been a...

The Chalk Collector

The old house on Hemlock Lane had always been a drafty place, but that afternoon, as I sat on the bathroom floor with a hairbrush in hand, the air grew...

The Fourth Passenger

The afternoon sun cast long, wavering shadows across the gravel driveway as Helen pulled up to the farmhouse. Dust motes danced in the beams that slanted through the windshield, and...

The Chalk Outline

Mina had always been drawn to the abandoned Redding Asylum on the outskirts of town. Its crumbling brick walls and boarded windows felt like a dare to the curious. Her...

The Seer’s Lament

In the scorched autumn of 1987, I drove west with my four-year-old son, Milo, in the passenger seat of a rusted Chevette. We left behind the cornfields of Indiana and...

The Visitor at 4:30

I leave for work at 4:30 AM, when the house is still and dark, and my husband and daughter are tucked into their beds. We live in a cramped two-bedroom...

The Last Furrow

In the fall of 1995, I was thirteen, and my brothers, eight and ten, were my constant shadows. We lived at the end of a quiet dead-end lane in a...

The Hummingbird Locks

I have an old email account that I use only for distant relatives, mostly to share photos and holiday greetings. One sweltering evening in August of 2017, I logged on...

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