No one in Millbury remembers when the mirrors began showing the wrong things.They weren’t different mirrors — not at first. Just darker. Slower. They caught the light strangely, like oil…

The first knock came as Clara Mendell was halfway through her third cup of Earl Grey, curled up by the fire in her creaking old farmhouse. Outside, the snow piled…

Soren stood before the mirror, his hands trembling as he read the words, the ones etched in the ancient wood of the cabinet beneath it:  Soren had read them since…

There are places that aren’t meant to be remembered. They linger at the edges of thought—caught between waking and dream—half-seen, half-felt, like mist that clings to you long after it’s…

There’s a property on the corner of Gusto and Tosben street, the kind of place you can’t help but notice when you’re walking by. Not because it’s flashy—no, nothing about…

I hadn’t thought about Lunvail in years. The city was far enough to forget, with its cracked sidewalks and its endless noise. I had a job, an apartment with leaky…

Evelyn had never believed in omens or signs. She was practical to a fault, the kind of person who scoffed at ghost stories and saw black cats as nothing more…

He had always loved her, though he never said it. She was an idea, a presence that lingered just beyond reach, more dream than person. He would catch glimpses of…

Losing your parents in your twenties feels like being trapped in someone else’s story. You didn’t ask for this plotline, and yet, here you are. The world keeps moving—people keep…

The last house at the edge of town, just past the bridge, was the kind of place no one looked at for too long. The road leading to it was…

The penny sat on the pavement, lodged in a crack between two slabs of concrete. Tarnished, scratched, ordinary. Lucy almost didn’t notice it. She was late, coffee in one hand,…

She’d seen her in the store, standing by the test aisle. A girl in a black velvet jacket and a red dress, her presence strange against the cold fluorescent lighting.…