spooky Canada’s Blog of Record Publishes Five Spooky Stories If you eat too much candy, your teeth will rot out. That is why, this Halloween, the editors of Rochdale Variety, Canada’s blog of record, are happy to dole out five very spooky stories
spooky “Please go away. Please go away.” If I’m honest, I just wanted a story. I’d never been seriously injured, arrested, or transported to a fantastical land. Life and its pearly anecdotes were passing me cooly like a ghost in a gown.
spooky “At the end of every shift I would return to the circulation desk to describe my growing paranoia.” In the month of September I was haunted in the basement stacks of the campus library where I work two nights a week.
spooky “I do not look into mirrors at night.” Guests do not like Moriah. They don't like that she hangs above my bed. They shudder as they dress.
spooky “He said he could find me a gun, and it’d probably be good for me to have one.” The population was 3000, and I lived 20 km outside of the town centre, at an abandoned ranch that served as a camp for teenagers in the summer and an infrequently booked “resort” in the winter.
spooky “I have no time to explain why my voice is different.” It was in these months, leading to what would have been my Dad’s seventieth birthday, when I happened to notice that my shower gel was serial-numbered with my birth date.
spooky Canadian Blog of Culture and Politics Seeks Real-Life Ghosts The ideal contribution is 250 to 1000 words, short and not particularly self-serious.
