The Gray Itch
Marta had been sleeping twelve hours a day for weeks. Her skin took on a sallow, waxy quality, and she complained of an itch that no cream could soothe. I...
Marta had been sleeping twelve hours a day for weeks. Her skin took on a sallow, waxy quality, and she complained of an itch that no cream could soothe. I...
For six years, I’d been guiding people through the mechanics of the spirit board—what most call Ouija. I’d learned the hard way, starting at thirteen with a board my grandmother...
My friends and I have always been drawn to the macabre, chasing echoes of the dead with our recorders and EMF meters. We’d spent countless nights in forgotten graveyards, capturing...
Maya had always been a child of vivid mind. At twelve, she’d been diagnosed with ADHD, and her teachers often found her staring at the ceiling, lost in worlds they...
Before I moved to Maplewood, I thought I understood fear. I was wrong. It wasn’t until I inherited my great-aunt’s house, a creaking Victorian relic on the edge of town,...
For as long as I could remember, the creak of the floorboards in our old apartment held a weight that wasn’t just wood settling. My grandmother’s porcelain dolls, locked in...
My name is Elara, and I’ve been able to feel the dead since I was a child. It’s not something I chose, just a constant hum in the background of...
I’m twenty-two now, and I still can’t drive down certain streets without my hands tightening on the wheel. This happened when I was thirteen and my cousin, Marcus, was seventeen....
It was a humid July night in 2006 when my cousin Danny and I found ourselves parked outside the crumbling Victorian on Grove Street. We’d been talking about our childhood...
I’ve never been one to believe in the supernatural, not really. I’ve had my share of odd occurrences—a flickering light here, a cold spot there—but I always chalked them up...
When I moved into the old farmhouse, I told myself it was a practical choice. My daughter, Emilie, had just started her senior year at the high school in town,...
When Mia first moved into the old cottage on the outskirts of town, it felt like a sanctuary. She had chosen it for its affordability, hoping it would serve as...
The house on Mallow Road was the kind of place that made you think of lemonade and porch swings, but the moment you stepped inside, the air clung to you...
When I was twelve, my family moved to a small, sleepy town called Millbrook, nestled in the rolling hills of upstate New York. It was the kind of place where...
Marta lived in a converted lighthouse on the Oregon coast, a place where the fog rolled in like a gray tide and the only company was the rhythmic pulse of...
My name is Marisol. Ever since I can remember, I’ve had this unshakable feeling that I’m never truly alone. It started when I was about nine, living in a cramped...
It started two weeks before the moving truck was due, in that cramped apartment above the old Laundromat on Herring Street. I was scrolling through a forgotten meme page on...
My friend Leo rented a big, aging home with high ceilings and wide plank floors. A creaky main staircase dominated the front hall, and a narrower, hidden one stood at...
The house on Hemlock Lane had always felt like a held breath. Built in the 1920s, it loomed at the end of a gravel driveway, its peeling white paint and...
I woke to a throat like sand. The cabin was dark, save the moon through the window, and the air smelled of pine and decay. I swung my legs out...
I’ve mentioned before that I’ve always felt like I was haunted. I don’t understand it nor do I want to, I’ve been doing fine without knowing for 25 years. Before...
Marla, a single mother, moved with her daughter, Ivy, from the arid sprawl of West Texas to a humid, sprawling city in Florida. They had no place to stay, so...
When I first moved into the new flat with my family, everything felt normal. It was a cozy space in a quiet neighborhood, and I thought we were lucky to...
The first time I heard it, I thought it was a plumbing issue. A low, gurgling wheeze that slithered through the walls of our new townhouse on Bramblewick Lane. The...
Listening to the woods...
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