He laid the cat in the hole, petting it one more time, gazing into its now-glazed eyes, then, trowel by trowelful covered it over with good, rich garden earth, tamping the grave's top into a low mound.  He said a short prayer, even though he knew that prayers didn't matter -- not any more.  After all, animals didn't go to heaven or hell like preachers said people do.

The Funeral Procession by Tip Peyregne

As they loaded the coffin into the funeral carriage, six black cats jumped on top of it. The minister tried to shoo them away, but they hissed an arched their backs and refused to budge. Finally, the decision was made to continue with the procession, and those six black cats rode all the way to the cemetery..." 

The Revival by Jeremy Kelly

As William sat on the front porch of the cabin a few days later, soaking in the sun and listening to the whippoorwills chirp and whistle among the trees, Sarah came again.  Her gown, once crisp and white, was now mottled with grime, its hem in tatters around her ankles.  Her hair was unkempt and bedraggled.  Dark circles imprisoned her bloodshot eyes and her nose and lips were a raw mess.  She stumbled towards the cabin as if she were in a daze, stopping just short of the front porch.

“Brother,” she muttered.

 “Sarah,” William stood up.  “How’s Peter?”

 “Dead.”

 “I’m sorry.”

"'For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not anything…’”  Sarah’s voice trailed off into a whisper.

The Sin Street Ghost (audio) by Tipton Peyregne

"In his later years, he took to standing on Sin Street and preaching a particular flavor of hellfire and damnation that many will find familiar. Now, most folks found this impolite, but tolerated him just fine, until he began pointing out the sins of various passersby..." 

Subderma by Jacqueline West

This wasn’t like other relationships I’d had, where the girl’s things start to infest your house, like mice, surprising you with their unfamiliar shapes when you open drawers and cabinets.  And then the messy disentanglement when the break-up comes, sorting out the stacks of books and towels and music collections, not sure what belongs to whom. 

With each ending, I got a little surer about who I was, what I wanted to keep, what I wouldn’t let anyone walk away with.  That’s part of what made life with Gena so easy.  She brought almost nothing.  She could take almost nothing away.

Jitterbug by Martin Turton

“What’s a Jitterbug?”

 “That’s what my mum always called them when I couldn’t sleep at night. They’re the creatures that live under your bed in the dark and tidy up all the mess and clean your toys.” She lay back down, one arm behind her head, “Didn’t you know that?”

The Finger Ghost (audio) by Tipton Peyregne

"River Derbane, being what it is, a great many rituals and superstitions have grown up around the proper methods of interment for lost limbs and eyes..."

The Surgeon by Tipton Peyregne 

"Where am I?"

"Hell. You died." The old man attempted a laugh, but it collapsed in a coughing fit.

Thirteen Rules for Ghosts by Tipton Peyregne

After hearing many stories, I have pieced together a working hypothesis of the supernatural.  As a corollary to my theory, I’ve also compiled a list of rules regarding the behavior of ghosts.  Now these rules should not be taken as governing the affairs of the non-living. They are simply my own observations regarding the many comings and goings of specters.

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Restart by Curtis Chen

My name is Eddie. I am ten years old. I forget things sometimes because I am sick. That is why I am in the hospital now and also why I am keeping this journal. So even if I forget things they will still be recorded here...

Miracle Maker by Asta So

The skirt of her blue dress whirled with her, like a gentle frothy wave, and the glaring blue of the sky mixed with the trembling green leaves of the oak tree, creating a mosaic in her eyes. It was a windy day, and she imagined she could fly, when suddenly she found that she was flying...

Expecting by Stephen Harred

"Bobby!" Casey called him by the nickname they'd settled on when he married her mother. He scooped her up in a warm hug, and then checked her for any signs of illness. It was their daily ritual.

The First Grave by Tipton Peyregne

(Audio) Tradition holds that he first grave dug in a new cemetery should be left empty. If not, the cemetery will soon be filled...

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Once you've seen the movie, take some time and listen to the Ghost Stories of Tipton Peyregne.

In my boyhood, after we'd had our fill at Sunday dinner, my Uncle and his boys would pull out their fiddles and strings and play us all the old songs. As the sun set, we all got quieter, and then the adults would swap stories. Things were different then. No radio or television, obviously, and very few books besides The Bible. Some nights the stories turned to darker places, and we’d hear tales of the supernatural world that lurked in the shadows just beyond the front porch.

-Tipton Peyregne

The Thing · A Stranger at Night · Unwelcome Wedding Guests · The Funeral Procession ·
The Cooked Spirit · The Extra Door · The Crybaby Ghost · The Padlock Ghost ·
The Sin Street Ghost · The Hateful Girl and Her Hateful Spirits · The Packrat Ghost ·
The Shadow Ghosts · The Ghost on the Shelf · The Ghost Collection ·
The Bouncing Spirits · Three Ghostly Spirits · The Schoolhouse Ghost · The Ghost Revival ·
Miss Quilt and the Shadow · The Family Ghost · An Extra Place Setting · The Sing Along Ghost ·
The Gifting Ghost · The New Year's Ghost · The Mixed Up Ghost · The Ghost Ship's Bell ·
The Horned Suitor · The Carving Ghost · Ghost Dancers ·

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