Category: Haunted Passages

  • “The Painting and the Parrot,” a Haunted Passages flash by David Luntz

    “The Painting and the Parrot,” a Haunted Passages flash by David Luntz

    I wrote this story once about a guy who kills his best friend. Well, he wasn’t really his friend at the time. They used to be friends. I don’t want to give too much away in case the story gets published. But at the end of the story the guy’s staring at this painting his…

  • “Masks” for Haunted Passages: Short Story Excerpt from How to See Ghosts & Other Figments, a new collection by Orrin Grey

    “Masks” for Haunted Passages: Short Story Excerpt from How to See Ghosts & Other Figments, a new collection by Orrin Grey

    When it comes to short fiction, Orrin Grey is a magician, a practitioner of an arcane art inspired by the likes of Méliès, Welles, and Bradbury. Through literary legerdemain and stylistic sleight-of-hand, he takes the well-told weird tale into a realm of the supernatural, the uncanny, the theatrical, and, most importantly, the entertaining. And entertainment…

  • Three New Poems for Haunted Passages by Eva Heisler

    Three New Poems for Haunted Passages by Eva Heisler

    Call Off the Angels Flashy enough in appearance—and I assume this motivated the selection—the group is much older than advertised.One is wheezing into its elbowwith nasty spectral effects. Anotherstinks of drained aquariums.And who’s that junkyard angelwith the ankle bracelet.That angel is high. Every other wordis either “fuck” or “Christ.”Haloes clinkas they bump against one another—the…

  • Review: Dave Fitzgerald on Cialis, Verdi, Gin, Jag, a novel by Adam Johnson

    Review: Dave Fitzgerald on Cialis, Verdi, Gin, Jag, a novel by Adam Johnson

    In my younger and more vulnerable years, I used to have a very bad habit that routinely got me into trouble. And I call it a habit, but really it was probably something closer to a crosswired tic—a kind of subconscious psychic defense mechanism—I couldn’t help it, I swear—but regardless, my insistence on its innocuous,…

  • “Omens”: A New Haunted Passages Short Story by Andrew Bertaina

    “Omens”: A New Haunted Passages Short Story by Andrew Bertaina

    When the moon appeared, a violent red sphere riding low on the prow of the sky, everyone in the village watched it with an admixture of wonder and terror. Children pointed at it with stubby fingers, asking their parents about the gigantic moon, trying to capture it by closing their hands. Parents whispered to their…

  • Haunted Passages: “Possession” by Lauren Brazeal Garza

    Haunted Passages: “Possession” by Lauren Brazeal Garza

    Mother, suddenly they were everywhere—dozens of chittering advertisements for an “EVP consultant.”  In scrutiny of all who passed, their art-deco lettering burst fiercely from those printed slime-green flames, offset by supersonic purple. The text beckoned, FLAMORA: witness of all. Resolutions through recording. Beneath this lurked a local phone number. I put off calling her for…

  • Haunted Passages: Five Poems by Howie Good

    Haunted Passages: Five Poems by Howie Good

    App-athetic (1) Strange how you arrive with no address in mind. Objects begin to misbehave, clocks to bend and stretch. And then a procession of pallbearers carrying empty coffins enters—creased, stained, stoop-shouldered. The century feels a lot longer than a hundred years. (2) Facebook announces a suicide prevention app. If the heart stops beating, it…

  • Haunted Passages: Two Poems by Matthew Weddig

    Haunted Passages: Two Poems by Matthew Weddig

    after a generally positively reviewed yet deeply boomerfied slasher released in 2022 when you are too old to fuckall you have left to you is murder your only options now arerent out the farmhouse in the backblock the exits with your frail bodythe passage of time owes you this muchwhy should the young bodies be…

  • “Crabgrass,” a new short story by Michael Cole for Haunted Passages

    “Crabgrass,” a new short story by Michael Cole for Haunted Passages

    Diane woke calling out for someone, startled, in the same way that she would occasionally wake with a laugh, or even crying, embarrassed at the sharp blow of emotion dealt from a dream that was already fading. “Hello?” she said, still half asleep, chasing after a specter that had run a cold finger down her…