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True North Crime
True North Crime

How a Dismembered Montreal Sex Worker Became a Sensation, Then a Ghost, and Now a Fading Legend

Why Mary Gallagher’s brutal murder became a Montreal ghost story.
Patrick Lejtenyi
3.1.17
Comics
Comics

Ghost Girl Pushes the Limits in Today's Comic from Ines Estrada

Nobody can see you when you have no body.
Ines Estrada
12.18.15
Comics
Comics

Ghost Girl Has a Realization in This Week's Comic from Ines Estrada

Everything becomes a lot clearer once you're on the other side.
Ines Estrada
12.11.15
Comics
Comics

Ghost Girl Is Bitter in This Week's Comic from Ines Estrada

There are some things you just can't let go of.
Ines Estrada
12.4.15
Comics
Comics

Ghost Girl Eats a Whole Pizza in Today's Comic from Ines Estrada

She's really living death to the fullest.
Ines Estrada
11.20.15
Comics
Comics

Ghost Girl Doesn't Know Where She Is in Today's Comic from Ines Estrada

Maybe heaven—or hell—really is a place on earth.
Ines Estrada
11.13.15
Comics
Comics

Ghost Girl Spends a Day at the Beach in Today's Comic from Ines Estrada

And realizes the grass isn't always greener on the other side—it's dead.
Ines Estrada
11.8.15
Comics
Comics

A Woman Finds the Silver Lining in the New Comic Series 'Ghost Girl'

Death might actually be the only way out of your dead-end job.
Ines Estrada
10.30.15
Michael
Michael

Michael Frightens Young Trick-or-Treaters in This Week's Comic from Stephen Maurice Graham

"Oh! The sweet satisfaction of instilling blind fear in a child!"
Stephen Graham
10.28.15
The Fiction Issue 2013
The Fiction Issue 2013

A Ghost Story

Since the incident, I did not drink, due to a court order. Occasionally, however, I drank with my mother in small amounts, or alone at a place around the corner. I confessed this to Edward. I said, “Earlier tonight I had wine with my mother. Generally...
Amie Barrodale
6.12.13
The Imposters Issue
The Imposters Issue

Make Sure You’re Alive to Collect

It was Christmas of 1990 in my grandmother’s house. My Aunt Debra reached behind her and pulled a bullet from a box on a nearby bookshelf. She held it between her thumb and forefinger, looked at my mother, and said, “Janna, this has your name on it.”
Lisa Sorg
1.21.13