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HAUNTED LEGENDS

SELECTED TITLES EDITED BY ELLEN DATLOW

Little Deaths
Twists of the Tale
The Dark*
Vanishing Acts
Alien Sex
Lethal Kisses
A Whisper of Blood
Blood Is Not Enough
Sirens and Other Daemon Lovers
Off Limits
Inferno*
The Del Rey Book of Science Fiction and Fantasy
Poe: 19 New Tales Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe

WITH TERRI WINDLING

The Coyote Road: Trickster Tales
Salon Fantastique
Swan Sister
The Faery Reel: Tales from the Twilight Realm
A Wolf at the Door
The Green Man: Tales from the Mythic Forest
Troll’s Eye View

THE ADULT FAIRY TALE SERIES

Snow White, Blood Red

Black Swan, White Raven

Black Thorn, White Rose

Silver Birch, Blood Moon

Ruby Slippers, Golden Tears

Black Heart, Ivory Bones

The Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror:
First Through Sixteenth Annual Collections

WITH KELLY LINK AND GAVIN J.GRANT

The Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror:
Seventeenth Through Twenty-first Annual Collections

 

ALSO BY NICK MAMATAS

Under My Roof

You Might Sleep . . .

Move Under Ground

Sensation

 

*Published by Tor

 

 

HAUNTED LEGENDS

EDITED BY

Ellen Datlow and Nick Mamatas

 

 

 

 

 

A Tom Doherty Associates Book
NEW YORK

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in these stories are either products of the authors’ imaginations or are used fictitiously.

HAUNTED LEGENDS

Copyright © 2010 by Ellen Datlow and Nick Mamatas

All rights reserved.

A Tor Book
Published by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC
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New York, NY 10010

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Tor
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is a registered trademark of Tom Doherty Associates, LLC.

ISBN 978-0-7653-2300-2 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-0-7653-2301-9 (trade paperback)

First Edition: September 2010

Printed in the United States of America

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Copyright Acknowledgments

Introduction © 2010 by Nick Mamatas

“Knickerbocker Holiday” © 2010 by Richard Bowes

“That Girl” © 2010 by Kaaron Warren

“Akbar” © 2010 by Kit Reed

“The Spring Heel” © 2010 by Steven Pirie

“As Red as Red” © 2010 by Caitlín R. Kiernan

“Tin Cans” © 2010 by Ekaterina Sedia

“Shoebox Train Wreck” © 2010 by John Mantooth

“Fifteen Panels Depicting the Sadness of the Baku and the Jotai” © 2010 by Catherynne M. Valente

“La Llorona” © 2010 by Carolyn Turgeon

“Face Like a Monkey” © 2010 by Carrie Laben

“Down Atsion Road” © 2010 by Jeffrey Ford

“Return to Mariabronn” © 2010 by Gary A. Braunbeck

“Following Double-Face Woman” © 2010 by Erzebet YellowBoy

“Oaks Park” © 2010 by M. K. Hobson

“For Those in Peril on the Sea” © 2010 by Stephen Dedman

“The Foxes” © 2010 by Lily Hoang

“The Redfield Girls” © 2010 by Laird Barron

“Between Heaven and Hull” © 2010 by Pat Cadigan

“Chucky Comes to Liverpool” © 2010 by Ramsey Campbell

“The Folding Man” © 2010 by Joe R. Lansdale

 

 

 

 

To Olivia Flint
—N. M.

To my parents, Nathan and Doris Datlow
—E. D.

 

 

 

Contents

Introduction
• • Nick Mamatas

Knickerbocker Holiday
• • Richard Bowes

That Girl
• • Kaaron Warren

Akbar
• • Kit Reed

The Spring Heel
• • Steven Pirie

As Red as Red
• • Caitlín R. Kiernan

Tin Cans
• • Ekaterina Sedia

Shoebox Train Wreck
• • John Mantooth

Fifteen Panels Depicting the Sadness of the Baku and the Jotai
• • Catherynne M. Valente

La Llorona
• • Carolyn Turgeon

Face Like a Monkey
• • Carrie Laben

Down Atsion Road
• • Jeffrey Ford

Return to Mariabronn
• • Gary A. Braunbeck

Following Double-Face Woman
• • Erzebet YellowBoy

Oaks Park
• • M. K. Hobson

For Those in Peril on the Sea
• • Stephen Dedman

The Foxes
• • Lily Hoang

The Redfield Girls
• • Laird Barron

Between Heaven and Hull
• • Pat Cadigan

Chucky Comes to Liverpool
• • Ramsey Campbell

The Folding Man
• • Joe R. Lansdale

HAUNTED LEGENDS

 

 

 

Saying Boo: Why We Like Ghost Stories

There ain’t no such thing as ghosts.

Ghost stories, we have plenty. They’re easy to find, too. Every town has some legends—lakes made of tears, phantom hitchhikers, mean ol’ men or ladies too ornery for heaven and too obnoxious for hell, and houses that resist occupation with all their supernatural might. There are the ghostly folktales as well, that serve as reminders to keep one’s children in one’s sight at all times lest they end up eaten. Of course, some of these stories are also warnings
to
children to beware strangers or get enough sleep. Ghost stories even evolve into modern urban legends, which have their own social purposes. “Stay away from that fast-food restaurant, you’ll regret it” is one.

The ghost story doesn’t even necessarily require a ghost. In “The Ash-Tree” by M. R. James, there is a curse and a witch and “an enormous spider, veinous and seared,” but no real ghost. Even the spiders, despite their gigantism—“the size of a man’s head”—aren’t truly supernatural. They cannot travel much farther than the titular tree in which they live, so the curse is easily avoided by staying out of the room with the tree-facing window, and they die in flames like any other sort of everyday arachnid. Most ghosts aren’t so easy to get rid of, because of what they represent: regret, nostalgia, hunger for another chance to get it right, and warnings to the curious. So we keep telling stories to one another, and we keep telling ourselves that they’re just stories. True stories.

There are enough ghost stories out there, and enough desire for them, that
pretty much every locality and region has its own cottage industry dedicated to publishing the local variations. Sadly, most of these books of “true” ghost stories tend to be . . . bad. The local university folklorist can’t write much more than term papers on the local ghosts. The “paranormal investigator” with his electronic stud finder recalibrated to find ghosts instead of pieces of wood, hell, he can barely
think,
much less write a compelling story. It wasn’t high technology or modern rationality that exiled most ghost stories to books nobody reads—it was sheer bad writing. Most of the short stories just didn’t scare us anymore. The same way every city and town has been rationalized, bureaucratized, and Starbuckized into a homogeneous territory of tedium, the ghost story, too, has been rendered safe for sale to daytrippers, safe for presentation alongside “local” taffy (made centrally in a giant factory a thousand miles away) and the world’s largest ball of twine.

And yet, ghost stories cannot ever be made completely safe, because we are not ever safe. There are old houses one shouldn’t enter, hitchhikers one shouldn’t stop for, bits of forest a little too easy to get turned around in. Children wander off, and sometimes they don’t come back, but those innocent photos on the milk cartoons and the
MISSING
continue to haunt. And even the most complacent members of the bourgeoisie have their fortunes, and often their homes, built on piles of metaphorical bones, if not always real ones. There are things we still don’t know, though we know there are no ghosts and no monsters. Ghosts are in the gaps. Life is still haunted by death. But the stale, easily digested stories won’t suffice. Enter
Haunted Legends.

Our concept was simple: ask some of the best writers of horror and dark fantasy in the world to choose their favorite “true” regional ghost story, and to rescue it from the cobwebs of the local tourist gift shop or academic journal. The Double-Face Woman, the fox spirits of Vietnam, the specter of communism still haunting Russia in the form of Comrade Beria’s ghost, we’ve got ’em. The famed vampires of Rhode Island, the haunted amusement park you may not have ever heard of if you’re not from the Pacific Northwest, Australian shipwrecks, and the Indian ghost city of Fatehpur Sikri, we’ve got them, too. There ain’t no such thing as ghosts, but warnings to the curious, of those we have plenty.

Boo!

 

—Nick Mamatas

RICHARD BOWES
Knickerbocker Holiday

Richard Bowes has written five novels, the most recent of which is the Nebula Award–nominated
From the Files of the Time Rangers.
His most recent short-fiction collection is
Streetcar Dreams and Other Midnight Fancies
from PS Publications. He has won the World Fantasy, Lambda, International Horror Guild, and Million Writers Awards.

Recent and forthcoming stories appear in
The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, Electric Velocipede, Clarkesworld,
and
Fantasy
magazines and in the
Del Rey Book of Science Fiction and Fantasy, Year’s Best Gay Stories 2008, Best Science Fiction and Fantasy, The Beastly Bride, Love-craft Unbound, Fantasy Best of the Year 2009, Year’s Best Fantasy, Best Horror of the Year,
and
Naked City
anthologies. Most of these stories are chapters in his novel in progress
, Dust Devil on a Quiet Street.

His home page is
www.rickbowes.com
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Last Sunday night the Dutchman flew, the Headless Horseman rolled in from Sleepy Hollow. It happened when I paid a visit that was in part nostalgia, but in larger part morbid curiosity, to a corner of my degenerate youth. I even kissed the fingertips of a very bad old habit of mine and told myself it was for memory’s sake.

A bunch of fellow survivors and I were hanging out in a tacky New York City bar with strong roots in our past. The gathering followed the kind of ceremony one gets to attend at a certain age; we’d just cleaned out the apartment of a late acquaintance.

Eddie Ackers was the deceased’s name. He and I had never been close. Our tastes and interests didn’t coincide and we hadn’t seen each other since we’d had adjacent desks in the offices of Flying Dutchman Fashion Promotions, a small garment district ad agency, forty years before.

A couple of weeks back my friend the Major phoned and told me that Eddie had died suddenly. I assumed it was a heart attack and didn’t press for details. The funeral was upstate in the Hudson Valley town he’d come from at a time that wasn’t convenient for me to take off from my library job.

Then last Tuesday the Major phoned again to say that none of Eddie Ackers’s ex-wives nor the son and daughter he’d produced along the way were interested in his effects. Eddie’s sister was, but couldn’t come down to the city. The Major seemed anxious for me to rejoin the old gang for an afternoon.

We call Barbara Lohr, Major Barbara or just the Major, because of her
height, bearing, and commanding British accent. She told me, “The sister’s sweet as can be but getting on in age, as we all will. You should have seen the Dutch church and the graveyard where Eddie was laid away—utter Sleepy Hollow. And,” she added, “after we’ve done the right thing, I think we may all go out and get a bit sentimental.”

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