Poltergeist Stories

Chapter 1 | Mara I’m riding shotgun, one boot on the dash, flicking ash out the cracked window. Noah’s hunched over the wheel, staring out over the dark winding road like he’s afraid of what’s waiting at the end of it. It’s way past midnight and we’re tearing through the woods with the speakers screaming and my head is pounding. The van smells like sweat, weed, and fast food we didn’t finish. I’m tired, pissed off, and vi...