Ghost stories from Utah

The Keeper of the Ledger

I was a night auditor for the Clearwater County Sheriff’s Office, pulling the graveyard shift in a town that rolled up its sidewalks after nine. My name is Deputy Mara...

The Hollow Step

I had long since convinced myself that the spectral whispers of my youth were nothing more than adolescent imagination, a phase I had outgrown like a too-small coat. That certainty...

The Hollow Wall

I was twelve when I first noticed the scratching. It came from inside the wall behind my bed, a faint, rhythmic sound like a fingernail dragging across plaster. My stepfather,...

The Static in the Rig

The summer we moved to Kilgore, Idaho, was the summer the well ran dry. Not the town’s well—the one behind our rental, a rusted metal skeleton that groaned every time...

The Tug of Silent Threads

Three years ago, I worked as a night aide at Willow Creek Manor, a sprawling assisted living facility tucked into the pine-scented hills of northern Idaho. It wasn’t the fanciest...

The Basement Watcher

The house on Maple Street had always been ordinary from the outside, but inside, the basement held a presence that I had learned to respect. My name is Sarah, and...

The Hollow Door

My sister Mira and I had been hired to clean out the old Ferris place on Thornwood Lane. The owners had fled overnight, leaving behind a half-furnished house that smelled...

The Knuckled Client

I’ve always envied those who claim to see the dead in full, solid form, shimmering like a photograph come to life, sometimes even speaking or reaching out. My own encounters...

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