Stylus Harbinger of what’s to come and what’s coming pure shitty. Peerless ditty at the end of June When … More
Category: Haunted Passages
An ominous wind circles you in the middle of an isolated woods. Your friends wander into an empty factory, under the cover of dusk, never to be seen again. These are “Haunted Passages,” new features of unearthly delights.
“The Human in Me”: A Haunted Passages Nonfiction Essay by Amanda Gaines
THE ROOM WAS STACKED FLOOR to ceiling with antique dolls. It was the summer of my senior year of … More
“Lux”: A Bad Survivalist Flash Fiction by April Bradley
CLAREY SITS ON THE TOILET in the shine of the morning and studies the crotch of her panties. The … More
Three Haunted Passages Poems by Sheila Dong
fruit i adopt a cat from the shelter, then forget it in a box. the way it stares when … More
“Under Skin”: A Haunted Passages Short Story by Val Killpack
I LIFTED THE VEIL AND saw ten-thousand writhing maggots. I had found an old, white sheep lying on her … More
“From Unusual Angles”: Maxwell Malone Interviews Matthew M. Bartlett, Creator of THE WXXT PROGRAM GUIDE
The WXXT Program Guide is a monthly chapbook subscription service that chronicles the strange goings on in and around small-town … More
“Mom’s House”: A Haunted Passages Flash Fiction by Hugh Behm-Steinberg
MY DOUBLE IS BORED; I tell him it’s not my fault—he still looks at me judgmentally. So we have … More
“Bunnyman Bridge Is Haunted”: A Haunted Passages Hybrid Piece by Colleen Kearney Rich
The legend is that a bus from the insane asylum crashed near the bridge and patients escaped. One patient … More
Ricky Ray Poem: “The Dream” for Haunted Passages
In which the monster emerged sludgehearted and fond of hares. And triplets were born of a wish that blew … More
“Sour Candy”: A Haunted Passages Flash Fiction by Lindy Biller
MY MOTHER CARRIED BRIGHT COLORED candies with her everywhere. Usually Skittles or M&M’s. It didn’t strike me as odd … More
Fred Gerhard: Four Poems for Haunted Passages
Chill November On a chill November afternoon memory of color clings to sky like pitch dark twigs alive reaching … More
“Styrofoam”: A Haunted Passages Flash Essay by Sarah Robbins
“THIS IS YOU,” SHE SAYS, with a riiip to the Styrofoam cup. “When you start out, you are pure … More