Category: Ghost story
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The Golden Tree of St Francis
A woman was screaming. Pitched halfway between fear and anger, loud and sustained. An adult woman, Dan thought, yet there was a note of petulance, the suggestion of a toddler tantrum.
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Midnight
I had to bring Emily to this place, to this beautiful place, where my mother brought me twenty-seven years ago.
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The Restless Miller
I stared in disbelief and fear for some time, before I finally switched on my bedside light. There was nothing there…
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The Fisherman’s Girl
She said nothing and looked at the milk bottle. Then gave a little shrug of acceptance, but seemed subdued while she ate her cereal. Warning: Suicide theme
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