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Fossil Lake

An Anthology of the Aberrant
       

Copyright © 2014 Sabledrake Enterprises

All rights reserved

2
nd
Edition – Spring, 2014

Cover Design by Kirsten Maloney Copyright © 2014

Dinosaur images by KeithBishop © 2007

Published by Sabledrake Enterprises
     

http://sabledrake.com

http://christine-morgan.com

This is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

* * * * *   SMASHWORDS EDITION   * * * * *    

Thank you for downloading this ebook. Kindly observe that stories and poems contained herein are copyright of their respective creators as indicated and are reproduced here with their permission. They may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed for any commercial or non-commercial use without permission from the respective author. Quotes used in reviews are the exception. No alteration of content is allowed.

If you enjoyed this book, then encourage your friends to purchase their own copy. Your support and respect for the property of each author is appreciated.

 

This book is dedicated to the memory of Janrae Frank, the King of Daverana.        

 

Copyrights  

“A Letter from the Lake” by Ramsey Campbell from The Inhabitant of the Lake and Less Welcome Tenants, originally published in 1964

“Revolver Concert” by Spencer Carvalho, originally published in Barcelona Review issue 70, 2010

“Malicious Intimacy” by William Andre Sanders, originally published in Carnage Conservatory e-zine, June 2012

“The Last Revelation of Gla’aki, an Excerpt” by Ramsey Campbell, from The Last Revelation of Gla’aki, 2013

“Eat Yourself” by Michael Shimek, 2014

“The Varmint of Fossil Valley” by Lewis Unknown, 2014

“Road Kill Angel” by Dana Wright, 2014

“Silver Screen Shadows” by Mathias Jansson, 2014

“C-C-Cold” by Ken Goldman, 2014

“What’s Your Beef?” by Mark Orr, 2014

“Alchera” by D.J. Tyrer, 2014

“The Dank” by Doug Blakeslee, 2014

“Dark of Madness” by Tanya Nehmelman, 2014

“All That Jazz” by Meagan Hightower, 2014

“Thick” by Melanie-Jo Lee, 2014

“The Ziggurat of Skulls” by Joshua Dobson, 2014

“Apartment B” by Stinky Cat, 2014

“Pretty Girl” by Deb Eskie, 2014

“Come Fly With Death” by Wesley D. Gray, 2014

“The Horn of Plenty” by Russell Nayle, 2014

“The Lost Link” by Carl Thomas Fox, 2014

“Nat Poopcone vs. the Beast of Fossil Lake” by Jerrod Balzer, 2014

“Where Lost Ones Dwell” by Tony Flynn, 2014

“Lana Doesn’t Get Lucky” by Kerry Lipp and Emily Meier, 2014

“Gothicism on Trial” by G. Preacher, 2014

“Finding Miss Fossie” by Melany Van Every, 2014

“Arkham Arts Review: Alienation” by Peter Rawlik, 2014

“Mishipishu: The Ghost Story of Penny Jaye Prufrock” by Mary Pletsch, 2014

“Beneath” by Michael Burnside, 2014

“Passionate in Chicago” by John Goodrich, 2014

“Mr. Winter” by Jeremy Terry, 2014

“Impressions” by Christine Morgan, 2014

“Make Me Something Scary” by Patrick Tumblety, 2014

“The Day Lloyd Campbell’s Mama Came to Town” by Scott Colbert, 2014

“The Rack” by Mike Meroney, 2014

“Beautiful” by John Claude Smith, 2014

 

"A mix of horror and humor, the frightful and the bizarre, this darker than dark anthology is transgressive and fun. FOSSIL LAKE is truly and "literary" an eye in the shadows, a glimpse of terrors big and small in all their horrific forms as they make a home in Fossil Lake. Readers are sure to fear the dark of grandparental basements – this anthology is better than the best of Norwood's Discoveries!"   –Mary SanGiovanni, author of CHAOS and THE FADING PLACE.

 

Table of Contents:

 

Editor's Introduction

 

“A Letter from the Lake” – Ramsey Campbell


Eat Yourself” – Michael Shimek


The Varmint of Fossil Valley” – Lewis Unknown


Road Kill Angel” – Dana Wright

“Silver Screen Shadows” – Mathias Jansson


C-C-Cold” – Ken Goldman


What’s Your Beef?” – Mark Orr


Alchera” – D.J. Tyrer


The Dank” – Doug Blakeslee


Dark of Madness” – Tanya Nehmelman


All That Jazz” – Meagan Hightower


Revolver Concert” – Spencer Carvalho


Thick” – Melanie-Jo Lee


The Ziggurat of Skulls” – Joshua Dobson


Apartment B” – Stinky Cat


Pretty Girl” – Deb Eskie


Come Fly With Death” – Wesley D. Gray


The Horn of Plenty” – Russell Nayle


The Lost Link” – Carl Thomas Fox


Nat Poopcone vs. the Beast of Fossil Lake” – Jerrod Balzer


Where Lost Ones Dwell” – Tony Flynn


Lana Doesn’t Get Lucky” – Kerry Lipp and Emily Meier


Gothicism on Trial” – G. Preacher


Finding Miss Fossie” – Melany Van Every


Arkham Arts Review: Alienation” – Peter Rawlik

Mishipishu: The Ghost Story of Penny Jaye Prufrock – Mary Pletsch

“Malicious Intimacy” – William Andre Sanders


Beneath” – Michael Burnside


Passionate in Chicago” – John Goodrich


Mr. Winter” – Jeremy Terry


Impressions” – Christine Morgan


Make Me Something Scary” – Patrick Tumblety


The Day Lloyd Campbell’s Mama Came to Town” – Scott Colbert


The Rack” – Mike Meroney


Beautiful” – John Claude Smith


The Last Revelation of Gla’aki, an Excerpt” – Ramsey Campbell

 

About the Contributors

 

Editor’s Introduction:

 

Fossil Lake is a real place.

Actually, Fossil Lake is several real places. There are Fossil Lakes in Wyoming, Oregon, Colorado, North Dakota and Montana. Professor Edward W. Barry of the John Hopkins Institute published a paper on a Fossil Lake in France in 1917. A Fossil Lake was discovered in Darfur, Sudan, in 2007. There’s a Fossil Lake in Australia.

For any one person to attempt to lay claim to it is preposterous. Fossil Lake belongs to us all. It belongs to the world.

And what about the other Fossil Lakes, the ones that exist within our minds? The Fossil Lake of the psyche, of the soul? What might be found buried in those subconscious, sedimentary layers? What might drift in those deep, dark undercurrents?

In this book, you will visit many different Fossil Lakes. Some are overt, some subtle. Some share certain common themes and threads while others visit their own unique landscapes of the transgressive and surreal.

You’ll find stories to amuse, arouse, disturb, enlighten, entertain and perhaps sicken, in various turns and measures. You’ll find stories from seasoned pros and talented beginners, all of whom it was a genuine honor and pleasure to work with. You’ll find original tales as well as reprints, and stories inspired by or in the tradition of masters of the genre.

It is my hope, Dear Reader, that you enjoy this anthology in the spirit with which it was intended.

 

Christine Morgan

Seattle, WA

October 2013

 

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A LETTER FROM THE LAKE

 

Ramsey Campbell

 

The following is a letter from Thomas Cartwright to his friend Alan Kearney, dated 30 October 1960 …

 

Last Friday I made a special journey down to Bold Street, and found out quite a bit about my lakeside street. The agent wasn’t particularly pleased to see me, and seemed surprised when I told him I hadn’t come for my money back. He still was wary of saying much, though – went on a bit about the houses being built “on the orders of a private group.” It didn’t seem as though I’d get much out of him, and then I happened to mention that I was having dreams like the earlier tenants. Before he could think, he blurted out: “That’s going to make some people a bit happier, then.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, sensing a mystery.

Well, he hedged a bit, and finally explained: “It’s to do with the ‘haunting’ of your lake. There’s a story among the country people – and it extends to them in the suburbs around Mercy Hill, which is nearest your place – that
something
lives in the lake, and ‘sends out nightmares’ to lure people to it. Even though the nightmares are terrifying, they’re said to have a hypnotic effect. Since the place became untenanted, people – children particularly – in the Mercy Hill area have been dreaming, and one or two have been admitted to the Hill hospital. No wonder they have nightmares around there – it used to be the site of a gallows, you know, and the hospital was a prison; only some joker called it ‘Mercy Hill’ and the name stuck. They say the dreams are the work of what’s in the lake –
it’s
hungry, and casting its net further out. Of course, it’s all superstition – God knows what they think
it
is. Anyway, if you’re dreaming, they’d say
it
won’t need to trouble them any more.”

“Well, that’s one thing cleared up,” I said, trying to follow up my advantage. “Now, why were the houses really built? What was this ‘private group’ you’re so secretive about?”

“It’ll sound crazy to you, no doubt,” he apologized. “The houses were built around 1790, and renovated or added to several times. They were put up on the instructions of this group of about six or seven people. These people all disappeared around 1860 or 1870, apparently leaving for another town or something – anyway, nobody around here heard of them again. In 1880 or so, since there’d been no word from them, the houses were let yet again. For many reasons, people never stayed long – you know, the distance from town; and the scenery too, even if that
was
what got you there. I’ve heard from earlier workers here that the place even seemed to affect some people’s minds. I was only here when the last but one tenant came in. You heard about the family that was last here, but this was something I didn’t tell you. Now look – you said when you first came that you were after ghosts. You sure you want to hear about this?”

“Of course I do – this is what I asked for,” I assured him. How did I know it mightn’t inspire a new painting? (Which reminds me, I’m working on a painting from my dream; to be called
The Thing In The Lake
.)

“Really, it wasn’t too much,” he warned me. “He came in here at nine o’clock – that’s when we open, and he told me he’d been waiting outside in his car half the night. Wouldn’t tell me why he was pulling out – just threw the keys on the counter and told me to get the house sold again. While I was fixing some things up, though, he was muttering a lot. I couldn’t catch it all, but what I did get was pretty peculiar. Lot of stuff about ‘the spines’ and ‘you lose your will and become part of it’ – and he went on a lot about ‘the city among the weeds.’ Somebody ‘had to keep the boxes in the daytime,’ because of ‘the green decay.’ He kept mentioning someone called –
Glarky
, or something like that – and he also said something about Thomas Lee I didn’t catch.”

That name Thomas Lee sounded a bit familiar to me, and I said so. I still don’t know where I got it from, though.

“Lee? Why, of course,” he immediately said. “He was the leader of that group of people who had the houses built – the man who did all the negotiating … And that’s really about all the facts I can give you.”


Facts
, yes,” I agreed. “But what else can you tell me? I suppose the people round here must have their own stories about the place?”

“I could tell you to go and find out for yourself,” he said – I suppose he was entitled to get a bit tired of me, seeing as I wasn’t buying anything. However, he went on: “Still, it’s lucky for you Friday is such a slack day … Well, they say that the lake was caused by the fall of a meteor. Centuries ago, the meteor was wandering through space, and on it there was a city. The beings of the city all died with the passage through space, but
something
in that city still lived – something that guided the meteor to some sort of landing from its home deep under the surface. God knows what the city would’ve had to be built of to withstand the descent, if it were true!

“Well, the meteor-crater filled with water over the centuries. Some people, they say, had ways of knowing there was something alive in the lake, but they didn’t know where it had fallen. One of these was Lee, but he used things nobody else dared touch to find its whereabouts. He brought these other people down from Goatswood – and you know what the superstitious say comes out of the hill behind that town for them to worship … As far as I can make out, Lee and his friends are supposed to have met with more than they expected at the lake. They became servants of what they awoke, and, people say, they’re there yet.”

That’s all I could get out of him. I came back to the house, and I can tell you I viewed it a bit differently from when I left! I bet you didn’t expect me to find all that out about it, eh? Certainly it’s made me more interested in my surroundings – perhaps it’ll inspire me.

 

Excerpt from: “The Inhabitant of the Lake,” 1964

 

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