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Step into a world beyond the material realm with 'Noncorporeal,' a spine-chilling anthology packed with haunting tales of ghosts and other ethereal beings. Prepare to be captivated as you journey through stories that will keep you wide-awake, make you question reality, and even elicit a chuckle or two. Get ready for an unforgettable ride into the realm of the supernatural with 'Noncorporeal' - your next stop for spooky delights.
Authors include: Joshua Dyer, Vincent E.M. Thorn, Kat Farrow, Brenda Carre, Franco Dispenza, Tim Lewis, Morrigen "Rhia" Stoumbos, Paige Vest, Rosemary Williams, Kevin A Davis, Mark Beard, Colby Woodland, Siena Buchanan, Ian Tash
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Noncorporeal - A. Balsamo
Noncoporeal
A. Balsamo
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Tap-Tap-Tapping: Copyright © 2023 Paige Vest
Charlie Bottoms and the Ghost Coach: Copyright © 2023 Colby Woodland
Shadow Image: Copyright © 2023 Kat Farrow
The Coffin Maker: Copyright © 2023 Franco Dispenza
Adivino: Copyright © 2023 Tim Lewis
Down to Size: Copyright © 2023 Mark Beard
Bosque Bello: Copyright © 2023 Kevin A Davis
The Cursed Dark: Copyright © 2023 Rosemary Williams
Ethan's Brand: Copyright © 2023 Ian Alexander Tash
Ere Night Yields: Copyright © 2023 Joshua Dyer
Solitude: Copyright © 2023 Morrigen Stoumbos
Freya, Queen of the Catnip Throne: Copyright © 2023 Siena Buchanan
The Lady's Favor: Copyright © 2023 Vincent E.M. Thorn
The Mount of Haunted Krisko: Copyright © 2023 Brenda Carre
The Place That You’ve Made: Copyright © 2023 Jeff Oliver
Introduction
Welcome to Noncorporeal , an eclectic collection of ghost stories and other oddities. If you like spooky tales and plot twists this is for you. We have put together a curated selection of anecdotes and yarns that will make you laugh, cry and give you chills. The authors in this anthology come from a wide range of backgrounds, genres and writing experience. Some are published authors that you may recognize, others are previously unpublished. If you find a story that you love, please consider looking up the author and giving them a like on their social media!
A. Balsamo, Editor
Shadow Image
Kat Farrow
California, 1998:
Charlie Tanaka rocked the developer over the forming image and sighed.
There it was again.
Every time he tried to replicate the mirror portrait he’d found of his grandpa, a smoky figure showed up behind him on his left.
The old Kodak he used, inherited from the same grand-father, checked out fine at the camera shop and every other photo he’d taken with it came out great, even the mirror portrait of his cat, Pudge.
He transferred the photograph to the stop bath, then the fix. He stared at the picture. Everything except the edges were in sharp detail: the pattern of the armchair, even the hairs on his head, but that…thing was still there…though now closer and with a more defined shape.
A person shape.
He shivered, slipped the photo into the water bath and hung it on the line to dry. He had one last picture he wanted to print tonight.
The day before he had complained about the problem to his best friend, Freddy, who had suggested, Pudge’s came out fine. Try one with him in it.
So, he had. It took several treats to get Pudge to settle, but Charlie finally got the picture. He was looking forward to this one. Until he slipped it into the developer.
There he was, sitting in the armchair, Pudge sitting calmly on his lap, but there was a double-exposure image of the cat’s head turned in a silent hiss over Charlie’s left shoulder. The ghost image was there, much closer and more distinct.
A woman with bobbed hair.
Charlie slipped the paper into the stop bath. He went to the corner of his bathroom, grabbed his phone and flipped it open to dial Freddy.
Hey, I took a picture with Pudge and it’s still there. And it’s clearer this time. It’s a woman, I think. It’s—
he said in a rush.
Whoa,
Freddy said. Calm down, dude. Take a few deep breaths and explain in a less freaked out way.
Charlie took a deep breath and described the image.
Yeah, that’s trippy. I don’t think you should stay in your apartment tonight.
Are you offering?
No, man, I’m meeting Charlene. Why don’t you ask Mrs. Garcia.
What?
She loves you, man. You’ve taken like a dozen pictures of her Pekinese. Ask if you can sleep on her couch.
What am I supposed to tell her? What about Pudge? I don’t know if she’ll let me bring him.
Just ask.
Freddy’s doorbell rang in the background. Look, I’ll come by Mrs. Garcia’s in the morning and we’ll figure things out.
Mrs. Garcia opened her door.
Freddy! Como estas?
Bueno, Mrs. Garcia. Is Charlie here?
"Yes, he’s coming. You are a good friend to help him. You’re not allergic to hornet?
Uh…no?
Charlie slid past his neighbor into the hallway. Thanks again, Mrs. Garcia.
You let me know if you need to stay again, Charlie.
Mrs. Garcia waved and closed her door.
Hornet?
Charlie fished his keys out of his pocket. I told her there was a hornet in the apartment and I was very allergic.
Are you?
I don’t know. I’ve never been stung.
Freddy looked him over. You look like crap, dude.
I’m worried about Pudge,
Charlie said, unlocking his apartment door.
He’s fine. Probably just pissed you weren’t here to feed him.
The door swung open and they stepped inside.
Pudge?
Charlie called and clicked his tongue twice.
When no cat appeared, Charlie started checking his typical hiding spots. Freddy opened a kitchen cupboard and grabbed the kitty snack bag.
Pudgie? Treat time.
He shook the bag.
Charlie started toward the bedroom, but Freddy grabbed his arm.
Did you put him outside?
Freddy asked, pointing his chin toward the balcony.
Charlie shook his head. He saw Pudge curled into a striped gray ball in the corner furthest from the balcony door.
Freddy tried the door. It’s locked.
Opening it, he stepped out and reached for Pudge, who let out a soft growl. Aw, hey buddy, it’s me. You’re okay.
Freddy took a step back and knelt down, shaking the treat bag. He tossed one to Pudge. It landed a few inches from the cat. Pudge stared at it for a full thirty seconds before pulling it toward him.
Several treats later, Freddy was rubbing the cat’s chin. He picked up the cat and headed inside, but the moment they reached the doorway, Pudge began squirming.
Grrrr…hiiissssss!
Whoa, easy boy.
Freddy set the cat down and he returned to the balcony corner.
Freddy put his hands on his hips and stared at the skittish feline.
I’ll, uh, get him some food and water,
he said. Show me that photo, okay?
Charlie retrieved the photo from the line in the bathroom and handed it to Freddy.
Okay, yeah. That’s freaky.
Freddy glanced around the apartment. Seems all bright and sunny in here now. Why don’t you take a couple more pictures?
Charlie’s mouth hung open and Freddy clapped him on the shoulder.
We’re just gonna try to figure out what’s going on, man. Take a couple of those mirror pictures. One with just the chair, one with you, one with you and me, and maybe some with a different camera.
I’ve tried—
I know, I know. Just try it again while I’m here, like a test.
He flashed a smile, dimples appearing in his freckled cheeks.
Charlie rolled his eyes. This is gonna take a while.
I’ve got all day, man. We’ll order takeout while the film’s drying.
Beads of sweat ran down Charlie’s neck as he slipped the exposed sheet into the tub of developer. So far, every print without him, the mirror, or using the Kodak, had turned out fine. But there was definitely something on the other negatives.
How’s it looking?
Freddy asked, holding his Walkman earphones away from his head. He sat on the toilet leaning against the tank, legs crossed in front of him. The red light of the room gave him an eerie glow.
Before Charlie could answer, an odd thump came from outside the bathroom.
They shared a look. Freddy stood and started for the door.
Don’t open it! It’ll ruin the print.
Freddy dropped his outstretched hand and stared at the door. The towel laying across the bottom edge of the door kept light from getting in, but also prevented them from seeing anything moving on the other side. No other sound came from the apartment.
Freddy peered over Charlie’s shoulder.
Do you think Pudge came back in?
Charlie sighed. I don’t know. I was surprised he didn’t come in during lunch.
He checked his timer, then rocked the developer over the paper. He didn’t like what it showed. He picked it up with his tongs and slid it into the stop tray.
It’s there again,
Freddy said.
Yeah.
This was the picture of just him in the armchair. The shadowy figure was more distinct and even closer to his shoulder.
Charlie shivered. I’ll do the one of us next.
A few minutes later the hairs on the back of his neck prickled.
The photo showed him sitting on the cushioned seat of the chair and Freddy perched on one arm with a cheesy grin. On Charlie’s other side was definitely a woman, although there were no clear details other than bobbed hair and some type of dress.
He slipped the paper into the stop.
Hey, how come I look all ghosty. Did you process that right?
It was true. Charlie looked perfectly solid in the image, but Freddy was a touch translucent. About the reverse amount of the ghostly woman.
Charlie rubbed his stomach. I don’t want to do any more prints.
He slipped the sheet into the fix, then the water bath.
Freddy flipped the light switch. Fluorescent light flooded the room then all went dark. Even the red safety light went out. He tried the switch a few times, but nothing happened.
Just get the door,
Charlie said and hung the photo on the line using the light from the doorway before joining Freddy in the living room.
Something was off.
Where’s the chair?
Freddy asked.
They found the armchair blocking the apartment door.
Okay. We’re leaving now,
Freddy said. Go grab some clothes, I’ll grab Pudge.
Charlie dashed to his bedroom and pulled a duffle bag from his closet. He shoved a handful of T-shirts, sweats, socks, and a couple dress shirts and slacks for work into the bag. He slung the strap over his shoulder and frantically looked around for anything else he might need.
Pounding came from the living room.
Heart racing, he peeked around the bedroom doorway and saw Freddy hammering on the balcony door from the outside, Pudge’s carrier in one hand.
Charlie ran to the door, but couldn’t open it, even though it wasn’t locked. He pulled and Freddy pushed, but it wouldn’t budge.
Charlie felt a cold breath on his bare arm, and he jumped away, but there was nothing around him.
The balcony door burst open, and Freddy stumbled inside. Pudge yowled from his carrier.
Did you see anything just then?
Charlie asked.
Freddy just shook his head and hurried toward the apartment door, Charlie close behind. They slowed and stared at the armchair a moment before each grabbed an arm and drug it into the living room.
Charlie grabbed his day-planner off the entry table. What about the camera?
Leave it,
Freddy said. I don’t want that thing in my car or my apartment.
Later they were sitting at Freddy’s kitchen table and he asked, Does your grandmother know anything about the camera?
Charlie shrugged as he pushed potatoes and corn around his plate. She’s not doing that good, Freddy. I didn’t want to bother her.
I think you need to,
Freddy said, dropping another dollop of coleslaw on his plate.
Charlie offered some chicken to Pudge.
You know that’s why Pudge got his name, right?
Who knows what he went through last night.
Charlie rubbed his cat’s ears.
You’re sure you didn’t leave the balcony door open?
Freddy asked, tapping his fork on his lip
Charlie nodded. What about the chair?
Let’s not talk about the chair.
Freddy took a bite of potatoes. You need to talk to your grandmother, dude. I don’t know what else it could be. Maybe the camera is cursed or something.
Charlie sighed heavily. Fine, but in the morning. I don’t want to upset her this late in the day if there’s a problem.
Freddy parked his red Miata in front of the Eternal Spring Care Center.
You bring any of the pictures?
Freddy asked.
Charlie patted his day-planer. Yeah, some of the earlier ones. I don’t feel right about this.
I don’t feel right about some ghost-curse thing lurking around you and your camera.
They checked in at the desk. Mrs. Tanaka is in the rec room,
the nurse said, frowning, playing mahjong.
Charlie grimaced. Has she been betting, again?
We can’t seem to stop her, so we’ve negotiated: no money.
What’s she betting with then?
Freddy asked.
You’ll see,
the nurse said with a slight roll of her eyes.
They headed down the hallway until it opened up on a long, low-ceilinged room. Mrs. Tanaka was sitting at a table, a pile of mahjong tiles at its center. Three grumpy seniors were scooting their chairs away from it.
Better luck next time,
Grace Tanaka said, gathering up her booty.
Snacks,
Freddy said. Grandma Tanaka is betting with snacks.
There was a pile of fruit cups, Doritos, juice boxes and pudding cups piled on her side of the table.
Grandma Tanaka,
Charlie called, walking toward her.
She reached up to give him a hug. Charlie! No one ever comes to see me. You come for mahjong?
No, Grandma. I wanted to ask you a couple of questions.
Good to ask your elders. Why do you still hang out with this red-haired devil?
You’re looking good, Mrs. Tanaka,
Freddy said. Nice haul.
Grace tsked and patted the chair next to her.
Charlie sat and glanced at Freddy who nodded encouragingly.
Grandma, you know that camera Grandpa gave me?
What camera?
The old Kodak. The one that collapses down?
Oh, that old thing. Your grandpa knew you like those old cameras.
Charlie looked again at Freddy, who mouthed, Go on.
Did he ever mention having any problems with it?
Grace popped open a chocolate pudding cup. Problems? Is it broken? He hadn’t used it since we first came here, before WWII.
No, it works fine most of the time, it’s just… You know that picture of him, the self-portrait he took using a mirror?
Grace frowned.
Charlie brought out his day planner and flipped through the photos he’d brought along.
Here. This one.
She took the photo and the corners of her chocolate-covered lips curled up. Oh, yes. He was such a handsome devil back then. Much more than my sister deserved.
She patted Charlie’s cheek. You look a lot like him.
Sister? I didn’t know you had a sister, Grandma.
Grace’s eyes clouded, then she looked at Charlie with the most vacant expression he’d ever seen on her face. I don’t have a sister.
But you just said…
She handed back the photo. Do you want a pudding?
A chime sounded.
Lunchtime!
She dabbed her mouth with a napkin. You staying, Charlie?
Um, no, I don’t think I can.
Grace stood shakily and the movement triggered a coughing fit. The deep racking made her lose her balance. Charlie and Freddy caught her and helped her steady herself until a nurse came over.
Are you all right, Mrs. Tanaka?
the nurse asked.
She waved the nurse away and patted Charlie’s arm. Tell your father to come visit. Don’t let Freddy take any of my snacks.
She tottered off to lunch, the nurse following a step behind.
Charlie’s mom was filling a large pot in the kitchen sink when he and Freddy walked in.
Hi, Mom,
Charlie said.
Charlie! You didn’t say you were coming.
She shook her head at Freddy. There are no more cookies. Jill had her college friends over to study yesterday.
Aw,
he said, replacing the lid of the cookie jar.
Mom, do you know anything about Grandma’s sister?
You mean Grace?
She carried the pot to the stove. She didn’t have a sister.
That’s what I thought, but she just said she did, but then said she didn’t.
You weren’t bothering her, were you? She hasn’t been doing well.
Freddy said, She was raking in the snacks when we saw her.
Snacks?
Charlie sighed. She’s been playing mahjong for snacks.
Mrs. Tanaka mumbled a curse in Japanese.
I didn’t catch that one,
Freddy said.
You’re not learning that one from me, Freddy. Go talk to your father, Charlie. He’s out in his shed.
Charlie slid the shed door aside enough for him and Freddy to enter.
Hi, Dad.
Hey, boys,
Mr. Tanaka said. He sat in a lawn chair, his feet propped up on the mower, watching a baseball game on a small, grimy TV. Want a cola?
Thanks, Mr. Tanaka,
Freddy said, grabbing one from the small fridge.
We went to visit Grandma today,
Charlie said.
Mr. Tanaka’s eyebrows disappeared under his baseball cap. Did you?
She said you should come visit,
Freddy said.
He sighed. Yes, I should. Is she still playing mahjong?
Yeah,
Freddy said. She’s playing for snacks.
Mr. Tanaka chuckled. She never loses. Dad said that’s how they got the down payment for their house.
Freddy choked on his soda. Seriously?
Mr. Tanaka nodded.
Dad, did Grandma have a sister?
Sister? Why are you asking about that?
So, she did have a sister?
Mr. Tanaka nodded. She did. From what my dad told me, she was quite the beauty. She was a couple years older than your grandmother, but she died and Dad ended up marrying your grandmother instead.
Charlie and Freddy looked at each other.
You know that camera Grandpa gave me?
Yeah, though I don’t think I ever saw him use it. I know he took a lot of pictures when he first got it. Still have a few of them. Are you having problems with it?
Sort of. Could we see those photos?
Um, sure. Sure.
His gaze went to the shelves covering one wall of the shed. I think they’re in here, actually.
He rose and shuffled over to several dusty banker boxes, his flip-flops slapping his heels. He slid a couple out and peered inside.
This one has several. I should go through them I suppose; put them in an album. Your grandma went into the care home so soon after Dad died I didn’t really sort through things very well.
Charlie took the box from his dad and looked inside. There was a pile of folders and loose papers and a shoebox resting on top. Popping the lid off the shoebox, he saw stacks of old black-and-white photos. He could tell some had been taken with the old Kodak.
Can I take this?
Charlie said.
Sure. You need anything else?
Charlie and Freddy sat in a booth, empty pie plates and half-full coffee mugs pushed to one side. A pile of photos lay between them.
You really do look a lot like your grandpa,
Freddy said, tapping the photo in his hand. Different style of glasses and his face is a bit leaner, but otherwise…
Look,
Charlie said. This must be her.
He held out a photo of two young women. They wore floral print kimonos, but had styled and bobbed hair. Charlie pointed to the one on the right. This is Grace. She’s in a couple of the other photos with Grandpa when she’s a little older.
Freddy took the photo. Wow, her sister was a looker. Check out that smile.
And look…
Charlie handed him a photo of his grandpa and the sister in a mirror self-portrait. Her hand was resting on his shoulder, his arm crossing his chest to touch his fingertips to hers.
Freddy set down the photos and took a swig of his cold coffee. He grimaced, waved at the counter waitress, and pointed to his cup. Then said jokingly, So, your grandmother offed her sister so she could marry your grandfather and now the murdered girl’s spirit is haunting your camera.
Dude!
They fell silent as the waitress set down two new cups of coffee and cleared away a few of the used dishes.
Charlie rubbed his neck. I don’t believe in this kind of stuff.
Yeah, I don’t either, but it’s happening.
They sipped at their fresh coffees.
Maybe it’s ’cause you look so much like him,
Freddy said.
Charlie raised an eyebrow.
Your grandfather. Maybe she wants to say something to him. She’s been dead a long time, maybe she’s confused. I don’t know… I’m just throwing out suggestions. What else is in the box?
Papers and stuff.
Freddy spread his hands as if to say And?
Charlie shuffled through the loose stack of papers on top of the folders.
After a few minutes, Freddy asked, Well?
Some of it’s really old…maybe letters.
Maybe?
They’re in Japanese. I don’t read Japanese.
Who does?
Charlie shrugged. Well, I don’t want to ask my parents, not if what you’re suggesting is true.
What about Jill? Isn’t she studying linguistics or something?
Charlie opened Freddy’s apartment door.
So,
Jill said, my big bro needs help from me. How come we’re meeting at Freddy’s?
She followed Charlie down the hall to the living room. Pudge meowed from the couch. How come Pudge is here? You get kicked out of your apartment or something? Gas leak?
Charlie shook his head. I need you to read through some of Grandpa’s stuff.
Jill set her bag on the couch. What am I looking for?
Tell her, Charlie,
Freddy said from the kitchen doorway.
Charlie took a deep breath. You know that old Kodak Grandpa gave me?
Twenty minutes later, Jill was sitting on the couch looking through the photos, old and new.
Jesus, Charlie. You don’t even believe in ghosts and curses and stuff.
Jill bit her lip and shook her head. I never heard anyone talk about Grace having a sister.
Pudge nuzzled Jill’s elbow until she rubbed his ears. Poor, Pudgie. Did Auntie scare you?
You think it’s true?
Charlie asked.
Jill shrugged. Something weird is going on. Did you notice how close a match the ghost image is to Auntie? That bob is almost identical in length. Probably the right height, too.
She picked up the picture of the sisters and one with the clearest ghost image next to Charlie.
"Here,