The screams were like wind chimes stuck in a storm. At first, Della had thought it was the gale-force winds of the blizzard until she heard the weeping coming from her front lawn. By its sound, she could tell that it was not an infant...

Iโ€™ve just awoke to see a cheap, Halloween-leftover, glow-in-the-dark cardboard skeleton pinned to my closet door. And no, this isnโ€™t yet another creepy story where someone or something has been hiding inside to emerge in the night. I hope. All I can see in the...

TRAGEDY AT TUCKAHOE LAKE Ronny was impressed- they were great at telling his tale. โ€œWe only save the BEST campfire story for the end,โ€ Stan told the wide-eyed kids as he leaned in, flames reflecting off his glasses. โ€œAre you all SURE you can handle it?...

Rising Tides: Written in the Style of M.R. James By J. Bailey-Hartsel Some time ago, I was asked by several former colleagues to tell them a ghost story. We had gathered for an evening of socializing, a small group of academics from my department at a small...

It's that time of year again. Any day now the earth around me will be covered in snow. Children, who are not fazed by the cold, will spend hours outside playing In it. Building snowmen, having snow ball fights, and going sledding. And of course...

Halloween is by far my favorite time of the year, the one wonderful day where walking around with a mask on is socially acceptable. Masks hold quite a unique place in society. A mask can transform anyone into something else, turn an actor into a...

There's this famous "haunted" hotel in the Philippines. It's named "Diplomat Hotel." I am not sure about it's history since word-of-mouth information tend to distort real history. All I know is that it was an old seminary for Jesuit priests about a decade ago, just...

The cracked, grey structure stood like a monument before them, separated from the offroad only by a chainlink fence, scattering pockets of moonlight over the foursome. Swaying against each other with inebriation, three fraternity boys and the only girl they could find who had the...

The stiff autumn wind bullied brittle leaves across the sidewalk and into the empty street on Angelaโ€™s way home from the daycare center. She wrapped her too-thin cardigan tightly around her as the leaves were marched swiftly to the opposite curb. Their colors had drained...

Trick or treating was something I always loved as a kid. Itโ€™s something that I was too old for, being twenty-five is something that easily puts a damper on childish festivities, and being pregnant makes it even more difficult to join in on the fun....

"Momโ€ฆdadโ€ฆis it over?โ€ It was pitch black and silent for a moment afterโ€ฆ โ€œI donโ€™t know, son.โ€ Then womanโ€™s voiced quiveredโ€ฆ โ€œHenry, how will we know?โ€ It was then Henry switched on the lantern. He was a blinded momentarily and when his sight came too he saw his wife...

It was late October in Brookhurst Wyoming in the year 1965. I was eighteen, and I lived with my sister in an older barn house, on the edge of town. I loved that little town- especially in the fall. The deep oranges, bold yellows, and...