A female scientist battles time & UAPs across 1985-2025. Future humans guide us from doom—epic twists await in this sci-fi thriller...

Jasmine found a black heart-shaped locket in a thrift store. It was of heavy weight and had an ornate design to it, so she bought it.

Theo bought a black quill at an estate sale, its feather tip turned to a shade of green when dipped in ink.

In the fog-choked town of Ashwick, where streetlamps flickered like dying stars, the Ember Crown sat in a dusty case at the back of Mordecai’s Antiques, a shop that smelled of mildew and secrets.

Sam saw a silver butler's bell at a yard sale, its rim glowed when rung. So, he thought it was neat and brought it home.

Nina found a Victorian iron key in an antique shop, its handle glowing when held.

Lisa inherited a Victorian cameo that she pinned onto a brass frame for her dresser. Oddly though, its ivory face glowed green every day at dusk.

Tara bought a pair of purple velvet dice at a flea market, their red pips glowing green when rolled.

Milo found a brass lantern in a thrift shop, its glass panels etched with roses that shimmered green under moonlight.

Jake inherited a cracked mirror in an ornate Victorian frame design, but its surface was rippling like water.

Lila bought a vintage ladies brooch of a golden moth at an antique store. Its wings would move slightly back and forth that made a sound like the ticking of a tiny clock.

Tucked in a dusty pawnshop crate, Ethan found a small flute carved from bone, its surface etched with spiraling runes.

Hiking in the woods near my town of Bridgeport, I found a clearing that wasn’t on any map. In the center was a circle of bones—small, like from birds or rabbits, arranged in a perfect spiral.

My vintage '80s TV never worked right. I kept it in the garage for nostalgia, a clunky thing from like 1984 that I bought at a yard sale. One night, during a storm, it turned on by itself...

My apartment building is old, the kind with creaky floors and peeling wallpaper. I’d lived there two years and never noticed the door in the basement.

This limited-edition coffee bundle literally sat in the Salem's House of the Seven Gables for 13 days and 13 nights absorbing its...

On this Friday the 13th, ParaHouse officially unveils its new Midnight Archive — an online library of creepypasta-type stories and...

Having lived in South Charleston, WV for a few years when I was a child, I remember seeing the giant mounds. Some locals hardly noticed...

Mark your calendars for June 13-14, 2025, because the Grafton Monster Festival is back for its second year in downtown Grafton, West...

In the frightening chronicles of ParaHouse Magazine, few mysteries drift as hauntingly as the Mary Celeste.