Category: Haunted Passages

Haunted Passages Flash Fiction: “Dust in the Cupboard” by Leo Alder

I lingered too long by the crematorium and got possessed by a spirit. His family had long since left. He told me they put his urn in the car while they ate at KFC. KFC, he wailed. He spat each letter cold down my spine. They ate at KFC. Can you believe it? He clattered…
Haunted Passages Flash Fiction: “The Murder Portrait” by David Luntz

After I killed my best friend, I dreamt I’d “walked into” the painting he’d left for me in his will. It was in the style of some Dutch Master: a portrait of a young man reading a letter above a bowl of fruit. I snuck up behind him and read the letter. The letter told…
Haunted Passages Poetry by Eliot Cardinaux: “From the Surface of Time’s Ambivalence”

A broadcast of our non-existence, which terrifies others, comes through the Radio of Wet Clay & writes itself in my notebook. About the future distinguished—not by its undecidedly analog or digital construction—but from this present, living future (no, not precisely living; the word would be adjective)—it is said, that it risks going forward without an…
“where we sharpen ourselves on the scoliotic spine of Death’s scythe”: A Haunted Passages Poem by Panika M. C. Dillon

we hide in the belly of a beast who would burn Troy & hollow out a home in the rubble of Rome. Zaporizhzhia: a power station, a cage of swords paved in prayer cards you sent by the truckload. we’re bound for hell with gongs tied to our galoshes. not you though. you can keep…
Haunted Passages Short Story: “A Gentle Creature” by Madeline Vosch

I lie awake at night. Around me, in all directions, a few feet away, there are other bodies. The walls between us are thin. Other bodies lying down, wrapped in blankets, asleep. Other bodies next to other bodies, sharing the same bed. I can almost hear them, the way they turn, how their breath shifts…
Poetry for Haunted Passages: “Doxology (Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Amen)” by Amanda Roth

My ghosts and I have it backwards—I do all the haunting and they want to be left alone. Can’t I have what I’ve been promised? Amen and amen and so forth? I just wanted the hem of your robe. If not, closure. My nerves never tangled into the sound of your voice. I could stay…
Original Haunted Passages Short Story: “Come Out” by Andrew Plimpton

In the hallway of the gym at our school, far past the changing rooms and the water fountain, there was a room where the door was always locked. You could, however, always see inside. There was a window in the door, a window the janitors kept very clean. In this room, there was nothing but…
Haunted Passages: Two Poems by John Bradley

Premonition That a Head Will Take the Shape of a Spellbound Bird When a spell enters the mouth, three strands of sea-greensilk go flying over the ocean. It could be noted they smell like a pickle left on a plate before a blindfolded surgeon. Thrumming and humming, the silk strands melt abovethe White Sands Desert.…
Fiction for Haunted Passages: “Avalon” by Sarah Goodman

It was nothing new, really. A parking lot. A minor indignity. The driver rolled his window down and a man of some sinister age breathed out into the cold. Something about him was spiritually misshapen. He gaped at me with eyes so wide you could see the white all around his irises; like a cartoon…