Ghost stories from South Dakota

The Vermilion Manifest

I was sixteen when the manifest first appeared, though I’d felt its presence long before, like a cold finger tracing the inside of my skull. My name is Mira, and...

The Basement Voice

In the summer of 2014, I was staying at my cousin’s place in the dusty outskirts of Tucson. My cousin, Marcus, and his wife, Lena, had just moved into an...

The Unmarked Plot

In the summer of 1982, my husband, Daniel, and I moved our family into a modest ranch house on the outskirts of Redwood, a town named for the towering pines...

The Hollow Lullaby

The old farmhouse leaned into the prairie wind like an exhausted animal, its bones creaking in a tongue we didn’t understand. Margo and I had moved there with our twin...

The Looming Weight

The day we moved into the rust-colored bungalow on Birch Street, I knew something was off. The house had that stale smell of old wood and dust, and the walls...

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