Datlow, Ellen (ed) - Haunted Nights / Датлоу, Эллен (ред) - Ночные видения [2017, epub, ENG]

With Graveyard Weeds and Wolfsbane Seeds / C кладбищенскими травами и семенами борца высокого short story by Seanan McGuire Dirtmouth / Рот, полный грязи short story by Stephen Graham Jones A Small Taste of the Old Country / Почувствовать вкус родины novelette by Jonathan Maberry Wick's End / Конец фитиля short story by Joanna Parypinski The Seventeen-Year Itch / Каждые семнадцать лет short story by Garth Nix A Flicker of Light on Devil's Night / Мерцание света в Ночь дьявола short story by Kate Jonez Witch Hazel / Гамамелис виргинский short story by Jeffrey Ford Nos Galan Gaeaf / Нос-Галан-Гиф short story by Kelley Armstrong We're Never Inviting Amber Again / Мы больше никогда не пригласим Эмбер short story by S. P. Miskowski Sisters / Сёстры short story by Brian Evenson All Through the Night / Всю ночь short story by Elise Forier Edie A Kingdom of Sugar Skulls and Marigolds / Королевство сахарных черепов и ноготков short story by Eric J. Guignard The Turn / Поворот short story by Paul Kane Jack / Джек short story by Pat Cadigan Lost in the Dark / Заблудившиеся во тьме novelette by John Langan The First Lunar Halloween / Первый лунный Хэллоуин short story by John R. Little

“WHAT IS THIS?” The new hospital administrator was peering through the peculiarly curved door, into the interior of the twelve-foot-diameter sphere of heavy steel that sat in the middle of the otherwise empty room. The curious object looked like a bathyscaphe or diving bell somehow lost far from the sea. Further compounding the mystery, the interior was completely lined with some sort of rubber or foamlike material, heavily impregnated with the stale smell of ancient piss and shit, hosed out but not forgotten. “It says here ‘Special Restraint Sphere: Broward’ on the floor plan,” replied her assistant, a young man called Robert Kenneth, a failed MD who was hoping to make a new career in hospital administration. He’d only been at the place—an institution for restraining and forgetting the criminally insane—for two months longer than Dr. Orando, the administrator, who’d arrived the previous Friday and was now looking into every nook and cranny of the place, which had been built in three great surges, in 1887, 1952, and 1978. “What does that mean?” “Uh, I don’t know,” said Kenneth. “Um, we do have a patient called Broward. I think.” . . .