People Who Aren’t Really There…
“Yesterday upon the stair,I met a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today I wish, I wish he’d go away… When I came home last night at three…
A Compendium of History, Folklore, and Evidence of the Unexplained
“Yesterday upon the stair,I met a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today I wish, I wish he’d go away… When I came home last night at three…
NOTE: The following story contains description of a suicide and may not be suitable for younger listeners. Ghosts are old companions. They’ve been with us since the very beginning. Go…
I was ten years old when my grandfather died. He died in his sleep during the cold February night with his rosary in his hands. My cousin had to break…
It’s a warm July Sunday in 1745. You’re sitting in your pew at the First Church of York, Maine, waiting for the service to begin. It is a quiet time,…
A ghost story is usually a solitary thing. It lives by itself and doesn’t go out much and by its nature, is solitary and lonesome. A ghost story is the…
You’ve heard a lot of stories about the old days in the deep woods of northern Maine, when river drivers cut the trees and moved the logs into the rivers,…
There are trains in the forest that run on their own schedules, trains whose origins and destinations are as mysterious as forest itself. These are some of their tales.
When I was a boy, my father told me a story about a ghost town. I come from northern Maine, Aroostook County, a place of endless trees and potato fields…