THE GIRL IS BURIED IN a locked metal box. Three feet of shoveled sand is above her. The memories … More
Tag: 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.
Spiritualist Erotica by Erin Lyndal Martin: “The Flower Medium” for Haunted Passages
I WROTE DOWN MY FINDINGS about what happened that night, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell everything. Not … More
Haunted Passages Flash Fiction by Christopher Linforth: “Disconnected”
WE CAME TO THE HOTEL to end it all. The building sat tucked in the mountains, part of an … More
Haunted Passages Fiction by Alexa T. Dodd: “His or Yours”
When you come home from work, the living room is littered with a grease-tattooed pizza box and dented cans … More
Lauren Ireland: Two Poem Rituals
Ritual for Becoming Unborn Become a secret that turns itself inside out become the remotest part of yourself become … More
“Samples from a Wichita Mountains Ontology,” a hybrid haunting by Seth Copeland
One summer a man fell while rappelling in the Narrows//We could hear him moan up on a cliff/his … More
“The Over/Under: A Triptych,” fiction by Melissa Benton Barker
1. The Solid and the Vapor I was sitting on the sofa in my yoga clothes when the phone … More
“The Burial Party”: Vol. 9 Original Fiction by Adrian Van Young
In her invalid’s bunk on the steamer Virginia, the Nurse cannot stop throwing up. When the boat is in … More
“call the necromancer”: Four Poems by Leia Penina Wilson
volta OR these snapdragon flower seed pods look like little skulls because it’s all imagination & horror baby can … More
“Ghost Tree,” a concrete visual poem by Tara Campbell
In Muir Woods there are redwood trees that are completely white, lacking all chlorophyll. They’re called ghost trees, and … More
“The Butchers”: A Fiction Excerpt from The Future by Alana I. Capria
On Sundays, we butchered. It made us so happy, S— and me. We did not mind the blood or … More
“A Quiet Place to Sleep,” fiction by Nicole C. White
Angelica finds herself in the nexus of several intersecting red corridors. Everything is red: the walls, the stucco ceiling, … More
