"Truth is rarely convenient as silence." Celebrated author Gwendolyn Kiste cordially invites you to explore The Haunted Houses She Calls Her Own. Enter a world possessed by recriminations from bygone eras, where the regrets and malice of years past still reverberate and shape our doom. Here, morally complex women and queer antiheroines swim against the current of a social structure that serves as a spectral prison in these layered stories of the weird and the Other. Known for crafting bold metafictional narratives that grapple with challenging social issues, Kiste's unwavering voice deftly weaves a siren's song of resilience and survival. Included among the short stories in this collection are the Bram Stoker Award-winning "The Eight People Who Murdered Me (Excerpt From Lucy Westenra's Diary)," "The Girls From the Horror Movie," "The Sea Witch of the World's Fair," and other riveting new gothic tales of body horror, the supernatural, and unapologetic resistance. "What's going on inside you?" I ask, but the darkness never whispers back.

"Truth is rarely convenient as silence." Celebrated author Gwendolyn Kiste cordially invites you to explore The Haunted Houses She Calls Her Own. Enter a world possessed by recriminations from bygone eras, where the regrets and malice of years past still reverberate and shape our doom. Here, morally complex women and queer antiheroines swim against the current of a social structure that serves as a spectral prison in these layered stories of the weird and the Other. Known for crafting bold metafictional narratives that grapple with challenging social issues, Kiste's unwavering voice deftly weaves a siren's song of resilience and survival. Included among the short stories in this collection are the Bram Stoker Award-winning "The Eight People Who Murdered Me (Excerpt From Lucy Westenra's Diary)," "The Girls From the Horror Movie," "The Sea Witch of the World's Fair," and other riveting new gothic tales of body horror, the supernatural, and unapologetic resistance. "What's going on inside you?" I ask, but the darkness never whispers back.