The Midnight Library
Short fiction from the quiet, crooked corners of the shelf. Turn a lamp on. Or don't.
by E. Marlow
Every night at 3:07, the door at the top of the stairs unlocks itself.
by J. Rourke
The counselors said the woods were safe. The counselors were wrong.
by A. Verlaine
The old church had been empty for forty years, but someone was still singing.
by M. Halloran
He waves every morning. I have started to wonder if he is waving at me at all.
by R. Okafor
Nine miles down, the microphone picked up something that should not have a mouth.
by T. Beaumont
The children of Hollow Creek know a rhyme. They will not teach it to outsiders.
by S. Vance
It shows you what you did. Then it shows you what you are about to do.
by D. Ainsley
The office tower has thirty-two floors. The directory only lists thirty-one.
by K. Ndiaye
Mom left the porch light on for me every night for twenty years. She has been gone for six.