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  Mister October

  An Anthology in Memory of Rick Hautala

  Volume 2

  Edited By

  Christopher Golden

  JournalStone

  San Francisco

  Copyright © 2013 by Christopher Golden

  Clive Barker’s illustration is © 2013 by the artist.

  Cortney Skinner's illustrations are © 2013 by the artist.

  "Tom Requiem" is © 2004 by Clive Barker.

  "Little Red's Tango" is © 2002 by Peter Straub. It first appeared in Conjunctions 39: The New Wave Fabulists, ed. Peter Straub and Bradford Morrow.

  “Hologram Skull Cover” is © 2013 by Jeff Strand. It was written specifically for this anthology.

  “Lux et Veritas” is © 2002 by Thomas F. Monteleone. It first appeared in Lighthouse Hauntings: 12 Original Tales of the Supernatural, edited by Charles G. Waugh and Martin H. Greenberg.

  “Devotion” is © 2013 b J.F. Gonzalez. This is its first publication.

  “Inn Cleaning” is © 2013 by Stephen R. Bissette. This is its first publication.

  "Breathe My Name" is © 2007 by Christopher Golden. It first appeared in Five Strokes to Midnight, ed. by Gary A. Braunbeck and Hank Schwaeble

  "Magdala Amygdala: is © 2012 by Lucy A. Snyder. It first appeared in Dark Faith: Invocations, ed. by Maurice Broaddus and Jerry Gordon.

  “The Bohemian of the Arbat” © 2007 by Sarah Pinborough. It first appeared in Summer Chills (Carrol and Graf) edited by Stephen Jones

  "Johnstown" is © 2011 by Brian Keene. First appeared in Portents, ed. by Al Sarrantonio

  "Road Kill" is © 2013 WordFire, Inc. by Kevin J. Anderson. This is the first print publication.

  "Just Breathe" is © 2012 by Tim Lebbon. It first appeared in Nothing as it Seems, PS Publishing

  "Catfish Gal Blues" is © 1999 by Nancy A. Collins. It first appeared in 999: New Stories of Horror And Suspense, ed. by Al Sarrantonio

  ‘Illimitable Domain’ is © 2008 by Kim Newman. It first appeared in Poe, edited by Ellen Datlow.

  "Independence Day" is © 2007 by Sarah Langan. It first appeared in Darkness on the Edge, ed. by Harrison Howe, from PS Publishing.

  "The Ghost of Lillian Bliss" © 2011 by Rio Youers, first published in POSTSCRIPTS 24/25: THE NEW AND PERFECT MAN, edited by Peter Crowther and Nick Gevers.

  "Hotline" © 2007 by Dallas Mayr. It first appeared in Closing Time and Other Stories.

  "The Light Of All Possible Worlds" is © 1982 John Skipp.

  "War Stories" is © 2002 by James A. Moore. It first appeared in War Fear, ed. by James Shimkus and Byron White.

  “It’s…” is © 2013 by Amber Benson. It first appeared in the program booklet for World Horror Convention 2013.

  "The Dreamcatcher" is © 2010 by Nate Kenyon. It first appeared in The Horror Library Volume 4 by Cutting Block Press.

  "Kristall Tag" is © 2012 by Holly Newstein. Published in EVIL JESTER DIGEST VOL. 2, ed. Peter Giglio, Evil Jester Press.

  “Ghost Trap” is © 2010 by Rick Hautala. It first appeared in The New Dead, edited by Christopher Golden

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  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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  ISBN: 978-1-940161-20-4 (sc)

  ISBN: 978-1-940161-21-1 (hc)

  ISBN: 978-1-940161-22-8 (hc—limited edition)

  ISBN: 978-1-940161-23-5 (ebook)

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2013945702

  Printed in the United States of America

  JournalStone rev. date: November 8, 2013

  Cover Design: Denise Daniel

  Cover Art: Glenn Chadbourne

  Interior Art: Clive Barker, Cortney Skinner

  Edited by: Christopher Golden

  Introducing Mister October

  On March 21st, 2013, I received a phone call from Holly Newstein telling me that her husband, Rick Hautala, had suffered a massive heart attack. That piece of information shocked me into a surreal sort of panic, so much so that at first I could not make the leap to the next thing she said…that he had died. It seemed impossible. Rick had been such a good friend, such a consistent and stable force in my life, that the idea of him being so suddenly removed from this world…I just couldn’t make sense of it.

  This isn’t the place for me to put my grief on display. Suffice it to say that Rick’s passing hit me hard. Not a day goes by that I do not feel the pain of his absence.

  Soon after his death, I remembered that he had told me—only weeks before—that his financial struggles had caused him to let his life insurance lapse. I thought it would be temporary, that in time he would get a new policy, but it was not to be. The timing of his death was the cruelest of ironies. Rick has left a fantastic legacy of wonderful novels and stories, but his wife and sons would have no financial help in dealing with the expenses related to his death and no insurance to help make the transition to life without him. Nothing could be done to alleviate their grief, but some financial assistance would help to ease the burden of that transition.

  Within days of his passing, I shot off e-mails to dozens of writers and artists who I knew were either friends of Rick’s or who had not known him but had admired his contributions to horror literature. I wanted to put together an anthology in Rick’s memory, the proceeds of which would go entirely to benefit his widow and his sons. I also wanted to do it as quickly as possible, which meant it would have to be a reprint anthology—I didn’t want to wait for people to find time in their schedules to write something brand new, and without pay.

  In the midst of my mourning, I sent out dozens of emails. Dozens. And I never stopped to consider that nearly everyone would say yes. Thus, what had been intended as a single volume quickly became TWO volumes, featuring an astonishing array of talent. And when the stories came in, many of the reprints were true rarities, including Kevin J. Anderson’s tale, which has only ever been published in ebook form. The real surprise, however, was that not all of the stories were reprints. I received unpublished stories from Mark Morris, Tom Piccirilli, JF Gonzalez, Stephen R. Bissette, and Matthew Costello. And Jeff Strand did something wonderful…he went off immediately and wrote “Hologram Skull Cover,” an original story written specifically for this anthology, a story that revolves around a teenage boy discovering Rick Hautala’s novels for the first time, and the evil that inhabits the boy’s copy of The Night Stone.

  And then, at the very end of my work on this book, I received the final story, also an original. Matti Hautala, Rick’s youngest son, emailed to tell me that he’d written his first short story a while back and his dad had thought it wasn’t half bad. Did I have any interest in looking at it for potential inclusion in the anthology? Of course I did. Matti’s story, “Never Back Again,” is a fine piece of work—a lot better than my first effort—and it gives me great satisfaction to be able to present it to you.

  Rick would truly never have imagined th
at so many amazing people—wonderful writers and artists—would want to honor him like this. Those of us who loved him are not at all surprised.

  Perhaps the most startling bit of kindness related to Mister October, however, came on the part of its publisher. Only weeks before his death, Rick announced that he’d made a deal with JournalStone to publish what would end up as his last two novels, The Demon’s Wife and Mockingbird Bay. I’d been in touch with Christopher Payne from JournalStone about another project, and so when Mister October occurred to me, I emailed him to ask if he’d consider putting out the book…and donating all profits to Rick’s heirs. Publishing, my friends, is a business. As kind as many people who work in the industry are, it is still a business. JournalStone seemed the right home for this project, but I didn’t know Chris Payne other than through a handful of emails. When he agreed—emphatically—to publish this project and take only the actual costs of the project, not a penny of profit for himself or his company, I knew Rick’s final novels were in excellent hands.

  I have no doubt that readers will treasure this two-volume set. It is my hope that as you read, you will ruminate a little bit about the man for whom we all have come together within these pages. And I hope you’ll urge others to pick up their own copies of Mister October as well.

  That’s enough about the anthology.

  I want to share a little bit with you about the man who inspired it.

  In the aftermath of his death, I have written a great deal about him, but my thoughts on his passing and what it meant to him to be a writer are probably best expressed in the following piece, originally written for my (rarely updated) blog.

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  WRITERS AND PUNKS

  I have written about Rick Hautala many times over the years—his bio when he was Guest of Honor at our beloved Necon, the introduction to the reissue of his wonderful first novel, Moondeath, and the announcement of his HWA Lifetime Achievement Award, among others—but I never thought that I would be writing this. I hope I might be forgiven, then, for plagiarizing myself in these dark days, when words don’t come easily. The things I’ve written about him before are all still true—it’s just that they mean more to me, now.

  I’ve talked elsewhere about Rick as a friend and as a man—about his humor and his struggles and his love for his wife and sons. But in truth, if you’d asked him what he was, he wouldn’t have said a friend or a man or a father or a husband…he’d have said he was a writer. He believed more firmly than anyone I’d ever met that writers were born, not made, that he had no choice in the matter. His career had some breathtaking highs, but even at the lowest points, when others might have urged him to cut his losses and find some other vocation, Rick felt helpless in the face of his nature. He didn’t even truly understand the suggestion that there might be some alternative. He was a writer. How could he conceive of being anything else?

  I loved him for that.

  Rick liked unique and funny t-shirts and would always have a new one to show off at Necon every July. The best—the one that author Jack Ketchum and I recently agreed best represented the true Rick—was emblazoned with the following:

  What are you, a writer or a punk?

  That was Rick.

  No one wrote horror with as heavy a heart, or with as deep a sense of foreboding and sorrow, as Rick Hautala. His characters are ordinary people, so full of worry about mundane, human things that when the extraordinary begins first to invade and then to tear apart their simple lives, we feel the tragedy on a visceral level that so many who came after Hautala never achieved.

  Right from the beginning of his career, Rick achieved something that marked him out as a force to be reckoned with—he didn’t write like anyone else. When you crack the pages of a Hautala novel (whether under his own name, or his AJ Matthews pseudonym), there’s no mistaking that voice for anyone else. There’s an anguish in his characters and a terrible claustrophobia to even the most open of settings that marks his novels indelibly.

  With Rick Hautala and the modern ghost story, author and subject formed a perfect bond. The horror in Rick’s work is the sorrow of isolation and the fear of the unknown future that lies ahead, often laced with echoes of past mistakes. He didn’t go for the cheap scare, ever. Instead, he created a supernatural catalyst with which he deconstructed human frailties and the fragile ties that bind us.

  These themes are found everywhere in Rick’s work. Some of the best examples include the million-copy, international bestseller Night Stone, the milestone short story collection Bed Bugs, and the extraordinary novella Miss Henry’s Bottles, which may be Rick’s finest work. Fan favorites include the novels Little Brothers and The Mountain King. Hautala’s in top form in Winter Wake and Cold Whisper, as well as the novels he wrote as AJ Matthews, in particular Looking Glass and Follow.

  With The Demon’s Wife—the last novel he completed—he had begun a new phase in his writing career, written something truly unique. We can only wonder where his ruminations would have taken him next.

  The tragedy of Rick’s life was that he never knew how many people loved him, how many held him in high regard—or if he knew, he never quite believed it. He never knew how good a writer he was. Oh, he wanted you to read his novels, and he wanted you to like them, but even the books of which he was most proud he dismissed with comments like, “I think that one worked out pretty well.” That was the highest compliment he could give himself.

  Rick Hautala was the horror writer's horror writer. He never looked down his nose at the genre, but embraced it instead. Legendary for his kindness and his generous spirit, he influenced a great many young writers and exuded a sense of camaraderie that became infectious. In Rick’s view, we were all in the trenches together. Self-effacing and approachable, he combined a blue collar work ethic with literary sensibilities shaped by his love of Shakespeare and Hawthorne. His passion for the horror genre was second only to his love for writing, and all of those elements conspired over decades to transform him into a determined mentor, offering critical feedback and quiet encouragement to many new authors as they began their own careers. Despite the mark he has made on the genre and his quiet mentorship of other writers, Rick was rarely recognized for his work until 2012, when he received the HWA's Lifetime Achievement Award. That honor meant the world to him.

  I worry that Rick Hautala and other masters are in danger of having their legacy forgotten. That can’t be allowed to happen. Go and pick up a copy of Winter Wake or Little Brothers or one of Rick’s fantastic short story collections. Connecting with readers, making them feel…that was the only reward that ever really mattered to him. So go and read some Hautala, and spread the word.

  Don’t forget.

  --Christopher Golden

  Bradford, Massachusetts

  Table of Contents

  TOM REQUIEM

  Clive Barker

  LITTLE RED’S TANGO

  Peter Straub

  HOLOGRAM SKULL COVER

  Jeff Strand

  LUX ET VERITAS

  Thomas F. Monteleone

  DEVOTION

  J. F. Gonzalez

  INN CLEANING

  Stephen R. Bissette

  BREATHE MY NAME

  Christopher Golden

  MAGDALA AMYGDALA

  Lucy A. Snyder

  THE BOHEMIAN OF THE ARBAT

  Sarah Pinborough

  JOHNSTOWN

  Brian Keene

  ROAD KILL (A Dan Shamble, Zombie P.I. story)

  Kevin J. Anderson

  JUST BREATHE

  Tim Lebbon

  CATFISH GAL BLUES

  Nancy A. Collins

  ILLIMITABLE DOMINION

  Kim Newman

  INDEPENDENCE DAY

  Sarah Langan

  THE GHOST OF LILLIAN BLISS

  Rio Youers

  HOTLINE

  Jack Ketchum

  THE LIGHT OF ALL POSSIBLE WORLDS

  John Skipp

  WAR STORIES

>   James A. Moore

  IT’S…

  Amber Benson

  THE DREAMCATCHER

  Nate Kenyon

  KRISTALL TAG

  Holly Newstein

  GHOST TRAP

  Rick Hautala

  About the Authors and Artists

  TOM REQUIEM

  By Clive Barker

  Though there had been men in recent history who had committed crimes far worse than those of Tom Requiem, none drew the crowds the size of those who came to Requiem’s Trial. The reason? Tom was a star. He knew how to smile, he knew how to look penitent, he knew when to play the fool, and when to simply do nothing and leave his admirers to project upon his beautiful face all that they wanted to see there.

  Some saw Christ. With his long, dark, curly hair and the rough beard he’d grown in prison, Requiem did indeed look like the Man of Sorrows in certain lights.

  What he didn’t look like was a man who killed a woman in a sordid back-street squabble over the dividing of the profit from an afternoon of pick-pocketing. But as the prosecution reminded the jury over and over, Requiem’s many faces were not to be trusted. He was a Guizer, said the lawyer, a man who took pleasure in putting on faces to suit the occasion, not one of them more trustworthy than any other.