Ghost stories from Texas

The Thirteenth Chime

The summer I turned seven, we drove eleven hours from our cramped apartment in Ohio to my great-aunt Cora’s farmhouse in the Missouri Ozarks. The house was a sagging Victorian...

The Shadow in the Closet

One evening, I was engrossed in an adventure novel. Hours slipped by unnoticed until the first light of morning began to filter through the curtains. I was about to close...

The Frosted Visitor

The night was a silent beast, swallowing the small town of Mirewood in its inky throat. I sat in the spare room we called the ‘computer nook,’ a cramped space...

The Glass of Water

My childhood summers in the town of Marrow were supposed to be simple: fireflies, bike rides, and the smell of cut grass. But our afternoons at Great-Aunt Hester’s house were...

The Halogen Covenant

In the summer of my thirteenth year, the town of Draymont became a playground for my friends and me. We’d spend our days mapping its forgotten corners, and our nights...

The Repetitive Step

The old farmhouse had always been a source of unease for Mara, but never more so than in the weeks after her sister Elena moved out. The room she now...

The Freezer’s Breath

In the sweltering July heat of 2023, my friends and I found ourselves parked in front of the old Coldbrook Canning Company, a derelict cannery that had been converted into...

The Stuttering Light

The trouble began with the flickering of the streetlights, a persistent stutter that made the entire cul-de-sac feel like a broken reel. I live in a converted warehouse district, where...

The Quiet Cartographer

In the autumn of 1987, I was a graduate student in folklore, studying the sleep rituals of a remote mountain community in the Pacific Northwest. They called themselves the Keepers...

The Cinderblock Room

The house on Sedgwick Street was a mistake from the moment we saw it. The realtor called it ‘charming’ and ‘full of potential,’ but the moment I stepped over the...

The Copper Kettle Vigil

The summer I turned seventeen, my cousin Marcus, who was twelve, was in a junior wilderness club. Their annual campout was at the old Hastings Ironworks, a sprawling, rusted complex...

The Fevered Hour

I had been through the veil before, but this was different. Finals week of December 2009, and I was laid low by a flu that felt like a demon had...

The Static Between

The chat room was my sanctuary, a place where I could feel less alone in my strange gift. That night, the cursor blinked at me like a heartbeat as I...

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