Ghost stories from Wisconsin

The Linoleum Tiles

Every Thursday, at a quarter to six, I’d walk the half mile from my apartment to the old Mercy Chapel. It wasn’t a church anymore, not officially. It was a...

The Cold Thread

Lila had always considered the bathtub her sanctuary. After long days at the pottery studio, where the clay clung to her skin and the wheel’s hum rattled her bones, she...

The Carpet’s Memory

It started three weeks before the winter solstice, when the days were already short and the house seemed to gather darkness early. My name is Lena, and I live with...

The Hollow Ticker

When the Peralta family moved into the old farmhouse on Cedar Ridge, they knew it needed work. The paint peeled like sunburned skin, the porch sagged, and the wind had...

The Missing Cuckoo

I’d flown into Denver to visit my father for his seventieth birthday, staying in the dusty ranch house he’d inherited from his own father. It was a place of creaking...

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