Category: Haunted Passages

“Dream of Me,” a Haunted Passages poem by David Ly

I’m walking downa cold tunnel. The walls curveup to a ceiling of water. An enormoustentacled shadowpasses over, making the hairs stand on the back of my neck.Ahead of me, a boy appearsturned away from me, dripping wet not even shivering.I tilt my headand so does he. My heart begins beating quicker because nobody should be…
“The Barrel”: A Haunted Passages Short Story by Holly Day

For as long as he could remember, the barrel had sat in the back yard, behind a locked gate and a very tall fence. Only the father had the key, and three times a day, the boy would watch his father take a jumbled plate of scraps out to the back yard to leave at…
Haunted Passages Short Story: “Squimbop Fever” by David Leo Rice

I drove all night in the truck I’d found parked in front of the house on Cielo Drive, windows open so the last of the names Jim and Joe could flow out, leaving me in a purified state that I chose to call the Brothers Squimbop, though I knew I was alone. I drove through lowlands…
“Digital Dreaming in Analog”: A Haunted Passages Short Story by Matthew Burnside

TUTORIAL It was on the thirteenth stage of one of those marble simulator games that Maxwell encountered a glitch and accidentally stole a glimpse of eternity. He was rolling full tilt toward the prismatic net when a ghost sparrow distracted him and he shot off a little too far to the right, ending up on…
“The Brothers Squimbop in Hollywood”: A Haunted Passages Short Story by David Leo Rice

After their disastrous tour of Europe, which had necessitated nothing less than complete rebirth from the womb of the witch who had claimed to be their mother, the Brothers Squimbop returned to America, disembarking at the edge of a New World that they could already see would never be new again. They quickly abandoned the…
Two Haunted Passages Poems by Pete Miller

Assessment: Disinterment Or if notdisinterred exactly,shaken loose by cravingsnot quite killed with the rest of you? All that coldgravel of the gravesiteyour brother paid for with a bottle anda justkeep the shovelshoved asidelike so much promised afterlife as you rose one dizzy momentthen dropped again to crawl? Did all your cousins’ carscooling in your father’s…
Three Haunted Passages Flash Fictions: Becca Yenser

Tornadic Weather The Midwest throws neon-colored food at us. We have something microscopic in our throats. The trees procreate with pink, twirling helicopters that Carmen decides are magical. We go to a festival about a truce, called Truce Fest. We are trucing about colors of skin. You find a pair of earrings. Everything is pink…
Two Haunted Passages Poems by Adam Strauss

Stylus Harbinger of what’s to come and what’s coming pure shitty.Peerless ditty at the end of JuneWhen the swans are all out biting, when the sessions on PlatonicThought break out in hives we could have dusted.No-one ever trustedThe gramophone because it had a ticFor only playing the truth, and the truth like carapaces strewnAcross a…
“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 high school. Outside, August summer heat dissipated like mist off the sidewalk. Elm trees kneeled over the back porch of the small mansion. Their leaves were tinged with red and orange, a reminder. September was nearby.…