Ghost stories from Wisconsin

The Weight of the Double

Ever since my father moved into the old farmhouse on the edge of Blackwood, I’d had my suspicions. It wasn’t just the creaking floorboards or the way the wind moaned...

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The Weight of Dreams

In a quiet town, there stood an old house that belonged to Harold. He often felt a strange presence there, something he couldn’t quite explain. One evening, after a long...

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The Last Circuit

In the autumn of 2019, I moved my mother, Eleanor, into the converted garage of my suburban split-level home. She had been diagnosed with a rare autoimmune disorder that attacked...

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The Mystery of the Quiet Hallway

In a small town, there was a peculiar house that belonged to an elderly couple, Harold and Lila. They had lived in their charming home for decades, having moved in...

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The Man in the Dusty Hat

My grandfather, Elias, never spoke about the figure unless pressed, and even then, his words came slow, like molasses dripping from a jar in winter. He’d sit in his worn...

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The Empty Swing Set

The old Victorian on Elm Street had always been a local curiosity. Locals whispered about the original owner, a recluse who vanished one winter, leaving behind a house full of...

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The Sound in the Empty House

From late autumn until the snow melted, I shared a big, creaky house with three other students. One afternoon, I was alone, stacking books on a shelf in the living...

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The Kanji on the Wall

I was sixteen the summer my father sent me to spend two weeks with my aunt in the small town of Kōchi, Japan. Aunt Reiko ran a ryokan, a traditional...

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The Liniment Scent

The summer my grandmother died, I moved into her old farmhouse to clear it out. It was a creaking timber-frame thing, buried in acres of goldenrod and wild raspberry, far...

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The Lantern in the Pines

The house my family and I rented that summer sat at the edge of a forest of towering pines, their needles whispering secrets in the wind. It was a place...

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The Starlit Presence

In a small town nestled among the hills, there was a peculiar old house where my family resided. One evening, after a long day, I decided to retire early while...

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The Midnight Marble

Our new home in a quiet town by the river was supposed to be a fresh start. The old house had a friendly look, and we knew nothing of its...

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The Unfurling of the Locket

The salt spray off the Atlantic had a way of clinging to everything in Port Blossom, a perpetually damp coastal town where fog was less an occasional visitor and more...

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The Girl Who Saw Beyond

My father has a colleague, and I believe his colleague’s child perceives things others cannot. She is an eight-year-old girl who does not speak. She communicates with her hands, a...

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The Scraps of Unseen Fabric

The old lighthouse keeper’s cottage clung to the cliff face like a barnacle, perpetually slick with sea spray and the damp chill of the North Atlantic. Inside, young Elara traced...

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The Mystery in the Basement

I’ve never been one to believe in the paranormal, but my friends often share their eerie encounters. Here’s a little tale that has stirred my curiosity. My uncle lives in...

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The Static in the Pipes

My father, Arthur, has always been a man of routine and logic. After my mother passed, he buried himself in his work as a sound engineer and his real passion—playing...

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The Reflection in the Static

I was eleven when the house on Maple Street first started feeling wrong. It was the summer of 2006, and my parents had just bought the old Victorian with its...

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The Harvest of Silence

My grandmother had a way of telling stories that made the air in the room feel thick with secrets. Most of them were pleasant, warm tales of her youth in...

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The Tile That Remembered

When I was seven, my family moved into a dilapidated farmhouse on the edge of the marsh. The house had been empty for decades, its porch sagging like a tired...

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The Sapling’s Secret

Eleanor had just moved into her first solo apartment, a quaint, slightly dilapidated unit above a quiet bookstore in the historic district of Oakhaven. The rent was suspiciously low, a...

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The Shadow in the Corner Window

My brother Leo lived in a small apartment near his college campus. His home had a large window that looked out onto a quiet lane, but a tall oak tree...

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The Night of the Hidden Room

In a small town, there was an old, abandoned house that fascinated young Ethan. It was rumored to be haunted, but he was adventurous and unafraid. One evening, while exploring...

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The Salted Field

The land my father bought was a scar on the countryside, a bald patch of grit and stone where the grass refused to grow. Locals called it the Salted Field,...

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