She stares down at the paper.

**Dear Nadezhda, **

** **We are sad to inform you that

your great uncle Aleksander

Vasilyevich has passed on the

date of January 5th. He has left

several of his possessions to you

in his will. We would like you to

come to our quarters to claim

these possessions. Information on

when and where are stat...

Walk inside, unpack.

I was left a house-

No windows,

no mirrors.

But still I see-

a bit of myself.

In each wall.

Built of stone and bone.

Sorrowful souls that call out.

Late at night, I can’t sleep.

Edgar Alan Poe, 12AM.

Roll over and write.

Jot down my thoughts.

They hate the sound.

They hate the feel.

The vibe- too much.

I turn happy people into sad.

Sunny days into rainy.

Wine to water.

...

I’ll do it later...

It was just when Leigh had settled in for the night, his socks tossed aside, feet nestling under the covers of Uncle Bam’s giant double-king bed when he started hearing sounds.

The first four or five were probably just the old house settling, but after that, he began to wonder.

Even the will had made a joke about ghosts. “Spirits and specters of the house” he’d called them. Whatever. No such—

...

The pounding on the door is what started it. A frantic banging that made me immediately sit up from my book.

“Who’s there,” I shout.

No answer. Very predictable. After all this is the most haunted place in our small town. A place my uncle had been proud of until he passed away a few months ago leaving it in my possession.

The word possession sticks in my mind. What possesses the hous...

My great uncle passed away. The family met with the lawyer about the will.

“Diedra, I leave you my house with all the furnishings,” read the lawyer.

“Wow, I hardly knew my great uncle,” said Diedra.

“I know you don’t know me well Diedra though I’ve adored you from afar and your mother was special to me. I know you can handle the ominous feeling of my estate,” read the lawyer.

The family...

He never knew he’d be spending a night in a graveyard of things past. Not a graveyard of bone and decaying clothes and wooden boxes. It was another kind. Here it was of torn rusted metal and frayed wires. Still it made him shiver. Those things there were as dead as corpses, but had ghosts of their own. The owner of the junkyard had given him the key to the padlock. It wasn’t necessary, there w...

I pushed the old brown wooden door, it gave a long low pitched creek as I pushed it all the way open to allow me to pull my suit case through. One night, that’s all I have to do, just one night alone before the rest of my family arrive. I have to keep reminding myself this as I pushed the door closed. Standing on the old wooden floor of the entrance hall I am yet again reminded of the beauty of th...

“Where are we, what town?” My best friend of fifteen years says.

“Not sure but it’s my great uncles house, well, my house I think.”

Strolling, my eyes glance at the rotting oak tree in the front yard. Then they wander to the dingy white door, the paint peeling, the first sign of zero upkeep.

“What happened to him anyway,” Marley asked.

“He went missing, we don’t know... he’s probably dead.”

...

I couldn’t say I was looking forward to my first night at Ainsworth Hall. Not that I believed in ghost stories. I didn’t believe for a second that the spirit of my uncle haunted the house. That was just folklore. I wasn’t afraid to sleep 20kms away from the closest town either. However, I somehow felt unworthy of inheriting the house of an uncle I had never met. My parents never really spoke much ...