The Porcelain Smile
The summer I turned twelve, my father’s new job dragged us from the endless spruce forests of Alaska to the sun-baked plains of eastern Colorado. We settled into a sprawling,...
The summer I turned twelve, my father’s new job dragged us from the endless spruce forests of Alaska to the sun-baked plains of eastern Colorado. We settled into a sprawling,...
In the autumn of 2004, when the world seemed smaller and my imagination was my greatest escape, I found myself nestled on the worn couch in our cramped living room....
It was a humid August night in the summer of 2015, and I was seventeen, riding shotgun in my friend Maya’s rusty Chevy. We lived in a small desert town...
The winter morning light filtered through the blinds, casting pale stripes across the linoleum floor of my kitchen. I was alone, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the...
I was fourteen, and my family had just moved to a dusty town in the middle of nowhere. Our new house was a creaking Victorian with peeling wallpaper and a...
I never thought I’d be the one writing to a forum full of strangers, but after three weeks of this, I’m desperate. My name is Jake, and I’m fourteen. My...
It was the autumn of 1987, and I was the sole receptionist at Meridian & Farrow, a small accounting firm tucked into the third floor of a sandstone building in...
The day we moved into the old Cormorant House on Birchwood Lane, the moving van broke down three blocks away. The driver, a man with a face like crumpled newspaper,...
After my discharge, I settled in the dry flatlands of eastern Colorado, where the sun cracked the soil and the wind never shut up. The only place I could rent...
I never thought I’d be the kind of person to see things, not really. Sure, I’d had a few strange dreams after late shifts at the herb shop, but nothing...
I have always held a quiet belief that the unseen world is not a monolithic realm of horrors. Just as humanity harbors saints and sinners, so too might the ethereal...
My sister Lena always had a way of seeing what I couldn’t. We were twins, but she was the one with the strange gift, or curse, depending on how you...
I’ve always found peace in the old Grove Hill Cemetery, not the grand one downtown, but the smaller, forgotten one tucked behind the abandoned textile mill. It’s a place where...
For eleven years, I rented a small bungalow in a district of faded row houses that had once quartered the families of railway workers. Every structure on the block was...
It was the summer I turned eight that the house on Marrow Lane decided to show me its teeth. We had moved there in June, a sprawling Victorian with a...
I have never seen a ghost, not with my eyes, and I count that as a mercy. But I’ve learned to trust the cold prickle at the back of my...
Mara first noticed it at thirteen, in the cramped basement of her aunt’s antique shop. Not the shadow itself, but the sudden cold that crept up her spine like a...
It began on a late October evening when my partner, Marcus, decided we should take the long way home from the high desert plateau where we’d been watching the sunset....
The house on Carrigan Bluff had a way of making you forget the sun. My name is Elias, and I moved there in the autumn of 2004, fresh from a...
In the late autumn of 2017, I was eight months pregnant with our first child, and my husband, Marcus, had two sons from his previous marriage. We needed more space,...
I was eight that autumn, the year the aspen leaves turned brittle and the wind carried a smell of dry earth and pine sap. My friend Marta and I lived...
The first time I saw the girl with the painted-on smile, I was twelve, and I thought she was just a trick of the light. I was in my grandmother’s...
The day began like any other, with the soft hum of the espresso machine and the clatter of dishes from the cafe across the street. I was making my way...
In the autumn of 2001, I was sixteen, living in the small town of Millbrook, Vermont. My nightly ritual was to watch the same VHS tape of a cheesy sci-fi...
Listening to the woods...
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