Datlow, Ellen (ed) - Haunted Legends / Датлоу, Эллен (ред) - Легенды о призраках [2023, epub, ENG]

Knickerbocker Holiday / Таверна «Никербокер» short story by Richard Bowes That Girl / Та девушка short story by Kaaron Warren Akbar / Акбар short story by Kit Reed The Spring Heel / Джек-прыгун short fiction by Steven Pirie As Red As Red / Красный как сурик short story by Caitlín R. Kiernan Tin Cans / Жестянки short story by Ekaterina Sedia Shoebox Train Wreck / Крушение поезда в обувной коробке short story by John Mantooth Fifteen Panels Depicting the Sadness of the Baku and the Jotai / Пятнадцать табличек, рассказывающих о печали баку и йотай short story by Catherynne M. Valente La Llorona / Плачущая женщина short fiction by Carolyn Turgeon Face Like a Monkey / Обезьянье лицо short fiction by Carrie Laben Down Atsion Road / По Атшен-роуд short story by Jeffrey Ford Return to Mariabronn / Возвращение в Мариабронн short story by Gary A. Braunbeck Following Double-Face Woman / По следу Двуликой женщины short fiction by Erzebet YellowBoy Oaks Park / Оукс-парк short story by M. K. Hobson For Those in Peril on the Sea / За тех, кто в опасности в море short fiction by Stephen Dedman The Foxes / Лисы short fiction by Lily Hoang The Redfield Girls / «Рэдфилдские девчонки» short fiction by Laird Barron Between Heaven and Hull / Между небом и Халлом short fiction by Pat Cadigan Chucky Comes to Liverpool / Чаки пришёл в Ливерпуль short fiction by Ramsey Campbell The Folding Man / Складной человек short story by Joe R. Lansdale

They had come from a Halloween party, having long shed the masks they’d worn. No one but Harold had been drinking, and he wasn’t driving, and he wasn’t so drunk he was blind. Just drunk enough he couldn’t sit up straight and was lying on the backseat, trying, for some unknown reason, to recite the Pledge of Allegiance, which he didn’t accurately recall. He was mixing in verses from the “Star-Spangled Banner” and the Boy Scout oath, which he vaguely remembered from his time in the organization before they drove him out for setting fires. Even though William, who was driving, and Jim who was riding shotgun, were sober as Baptists claimed to be, they were fired up and happy and yelling and hooting, and Jim pulled down his pants and literally mooned a black bug of a car carrying a load of nuns. The car wasn’t something that looked as if it had come off the lot. Didn’t have the look of any carmaker Jim could identify. It had a cobbled look. It reminded him of something in old movies, the ones with gangsters who were always squealing their tires around corners. Only it seemed bigger, with broader windows through which he could see the nuns, or at least glimpse them in their habits; it was a regular penguin convention inside that car. . . .