by Lizabeth Garfield | Apr 30, 2022 | Lizzy's Ghost Stories
The Land of the Living I smiled as Hope played with the family dog, Barky. The five-year-old shaped her hand like a claw, then slowly moved it toward Barky’s snout. The dachshund stood perfectly still, his wiener-dog shape a black and brown statue. Hope’s hand moved...
by Lizabeth Garfield | Apr 24, 2022 | Lizzy's Ghost Stories
PART I – THE GREENBRIER HOUSE Autumn’s dying leaves clutched at my ankles as I walked down the disserted street; their colorful reds, oranges, and yellows looked mystical in the light of the full moon. Most people avoided Elm Street during the day and always at night....
by Lizabeth Garfield | Oct 6, 2021 | Lizzy's Ghost Stories
I’m Barnaby Millant, and I’m a ghost. Not one of those chain rattling types whose only purpose is to terrify the living, no, I’m just your ordinary ghost who’s trying to live my life, or whatever you call this, without any trouble. I woke up this morning and thought...
by Lizabeth Garfield | Oct 5, 2021 | Lizzy's Ghost Stories
I’m not a fool; I know I’m not very popular. When you’re at the smelly end of the popularity ladder, you know where you stand. It doesn’t matter if you’re the most unpopular kid in school or the third most unpopular kid. The stink of it touches everyone near the...
by Lizabeth Garfield | Oct 3, 2021 | Lizzy's Ghost Stories
The cliff appeared before me as if conjured into existence by some magical spell, or perhaps it was a hallucination. I edged forward and curled my toes over the edge; it felt too real. Peering down, I looked for the bottom of the terrifying drop but only saw darkness....