by David Antrobus
Photo credit: David Antrobus
Hallowed be her name.
When she first came here—the skin beneath her hazel eyes smeared as if an artist had been learning charcoal, the eyes themselves almost pitiless—we called her Trashy, soon shortened to Trash. We meant nothing bad by that. “Trash panda” was a nickname for raccoons, and that was all we meant. But Trash—Raylene—heard only bad. Today we’d call it slut-shaming, only we weren’t slut-shaming anyone. Yet she felt slut-shamed.… Read More MIGHT NEVER HAPPEN
by David Antrobus Is this at all ghostable? Let’s see. We came here after fighting through a swarm of mouths. I met you in the parking lot of a Walmart. Saw you struggling and offered to help and of course you were suspicious and declined. “I just have to do two things and get home,”… Read More EMPTIED
by Michael Lamptey In my part of the world, Ghana, we do not celebrate Halloween, but I thought it fitting to share an exciting and true story with my American friends, and whoever cares to know in commemoration of the day. It may not be the scariest ghost story you have heard, but it proves… Read More DO GHOSTS EXIST? YES, THEY DO, AND HERE’S WHY.