The Hauntings Back Home

You open drawer G and flick through the foxed cards, typewritten titles, dewey decimal numbers a blur, until you find what you’re looking for: Ghosts. You jot down the information on a scrap of paper and head to the stacks, finding the treasure you seek, loading your small arms until you can hold no more. The leatherbound volumes, titles in gold script, smell like magic. Like secrets. All of it waiting, just for you...

This collection is dedicated to the Anderson-Lee Library, where I first found the kind of stories I’d grow up to write myself.

Thirteen ghostly manifestations haunt the pages of this book. Some, you may recognize--a woman spurned too soon, a basement entity with no mercy. Others are less familiar: a giant black dog that won’t go away. An orchard with no exit. Dancers who will not be shamed. Turn back the cover and meet them.