You don’t have to search for ghost stories to feel unsettled; sometimes real life provides its own chills. A woman rushing to the hospital at 2 a.m….

My name is Jack and I was thirty nine years old and focused heavily on my career when a morning phone call at six fourteen in January…

Three troublemakers with a history of bad behavior decided to target an isolated home owned by an elderly man. They specifically chose him because he lived alone…

My mother faded away slowly like a dimming light as her memory lapsed in small ways before she eventually forgot my identity entirely. When her progressive diagnosis…

Every morning before dawn, I watched my seventy-year-old stepfather, Patrick, pedal down the street with a bag of newspapers, rain or snow. He smiled as he rode,…

I have lived next door to Harold Peterson for more than three decades, long enough to watch him change from a strong carpenter into a ninety-one-year-old man…