I always knew Eleanor had secrets. But I thought they were harmless ones—the kind that hide in the corners of a house, quiet and safe. Old cookie recipes, gumbo ingredients, the name of her first crush. Things that don’t change anyone’s life. Not this. Not what I found buried under the old apple tree in […]
When Zach came home that night, he expected chaos. He expected noise, toys everywhere, the TV blaring some cartoon theme song, and his six‑year‑old twins arguing over who got the blue cup and who got the red one. He expected his wife, Jyll, to be standing at the stove, stirring dinner and reminding him—again—that he […]
The music was soft and jazzy. Fairy lights hung across the ceiling like stars, glowing warm and golden. Everything felt perfect — like a dream finally coming true. My new husband was laughing with his friends by the bar. My mom was with her sisters, dabbing tears before they smudged her makeup. And Daniel — […]
I was sitting in the clinic waiting room, quietly holding my appointment slip, when a voice I thought I had escaped forever cut through the air like a cold knife. “Look who’s here!” the man sneered. “I guess you finally decided to get yourself tested.” I froze. My heart slammed in my chest, and it […]
I’m a patrol officer. I’ve been doing this job a long time. I’ve seen drunk drivers who could barely stand, bar fights that spilled into the street, and young kids acting tough because they were scared. After twenty years on the job, not much surprises you anymore. Or at least, that’s what I thought. Because […]
I never believed in ghosts. Not really. But that morning in the grocery store, when I saw my husband’s face staring back at me from between stacks of oranges and apples, my heart nearly stopped. My name is Dorothy. I am seventy-eight years old, and I have been widowed for three years. My husband, Edward, […]
I never believed in ghosts. Not really. But that morning in the grocery store, when I saw my husband’s face staring back at me from between stacks of oranges and apples, my heart nearly stopped. My name is Dorothy. I am seventy-eight years old, and I have been widowed for three years. My husband, Edward, […]