Category: Haunted Passages

Four Poems for Haunted Passages: Violet Mitchell

You Buried Me Right Where I Belong baby i watch you watch me destroy myself baby i am staticending gray starting gray i watch you watch me sleep w eyes closed we sleep in dead leaves | i decay along w my precision there are tangles in my armpit hair sweaty coupling w my bluish…
Flash Fiction for Haunted Passages: “Preserved From Decay and Endued with Immortality” by Andy Spain

We buried Uncle Charles way out back, beyond the orchard, a good two acres from the property line. We picked his bones clean and criss-crossed them end over end in a log cabin of sorts, like building a campfire. The leftover scraps of flesh and sinewy bits we burned in the center, praying that his…
Anton Pooles: Three Poems for Haunted Passages

He Did Not Listen Now his bones are neatly displayedon a table like a museum piece. “They shine like hard boiled eggs,”his Mother says proudly. Then her tone darkens,“put them back where you found them— let them be a warning to alldisobedient children.” The Creature Beneath the Porch Knock on wood. It followsas I pace…
Haunted Passages: “Swamp Thing Explains How Time Passes in the Middle of Dueling Crises,” a poem by Jack B. Bedell

It’s never a matter of value. When I’m standing at the edge of the cypress grove looking over the coastline, I can tell it’s receding, inching back into the swamp. No doubt the water’s rising. It’ll drown us all. Eventually. It’ll lick away every piece of swamp I stand on. But it’ll do it with…
“The Marienbad Disaster, Part I – The Doorways of Jadeaux,” a short story for Haunted Passages by Phil Shreck

*Ed.’s Note: click images to view larger sizes. Phil Shreck is a writer living in Connecticut with his wife and three children. His short fiction has appeared in The Drum Literary Magazine, The Festival Review, Delay Fiction, and Misery Tourism. He is currently at work on his first novel, SMBH, which he calls a work of…
Three Haunted Passages Poems by Jordan Stempleman

Problem Solving I wanted to watch a Western,a dirtier the better Western, where everybodyaccidentally kills everybodyjust after they say in unisonThe purpose of pop cultureis summary, and just after they take off their hats,and long before they ever revealwho they really are.Guns are allowedif they’re always going off.And the people who do survivesurvive in spite…
“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…