A Day Off for Angels
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Halloween tales of the past, present and future. The day the angels take a break and let the shadows hold sway.
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A Day Off for Angels - Leg Iron Books
A Day Off for Angels
Edited by
H.K. Hillman
and
Roo B. Doo
The Twenty-first Underdog Anthology
from Leg Iron Books
Halloween 2023
Disclaimer
These stories are works of fiction. Characters, names, places and incidents are either the product of the authors’ imaginations or are used in a fictitious context. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, or to any events or locales is entirely coincidental. If any of the events described have really happened to you then I’m afraid that’s your own problem.
Copyright notice
SMASHWORDS EDITION
All stories, photographs, images and artwork are the copyright of the original authors.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned or distributed in any form, including digital and electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the prior written consent of the relevant author, other than brief quotes used in reviews.
This collection © Leg Iron Books, 2023
https://legironbooks.co.uk/
Front cover image © Jana Fewkes, 2023
Back cover image (print version only) © S R Christensen, 2023
Contents page
Dedication
Gloom Dog (Susie), 2008-2023
This is getting to the point where we’re going to need an ‘obituary’ section in each anthology.
This time, we have to say goodbye to Gloom Dog, also known as Susie when she was in a good mood. A dog who could display great affection one moment and utter contempt the next. Unfortunately, arthritis overtook her ability to cope and she was in too much pain to continue. She left us in September.
Hopefully, wherever she’s moved on to, they have bacon, because there’s likely to be trouble if they don’t.
Contents page
Contents
Copyright and disclaimer
Dedication
Foreword – H.K. Hillman
Through Slabs of Stone – Daniel Royer
The Gibbet – Mark Ellott
Commando Order – David D. Walker
Is There Anybody There – Stephen W. Duffy
The Erebus Incident, part two – Adam D. Stones
The Angel in the Machine – H.K. Hillman
Just Us, part one – Roo B. Doo
Christmas for Dentists – Daniel Royer
Afterword – Roo B. Doo
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Foreword
H. K. Hillman
Halloween at last! My favourite time. This anthology has been delayed by storms and by an apparently severely dangerous kidney stone I didn’t know I had. That resulted in me spending more time in hospital these last few months than in all my previous years combined. I note they’ve made quite a few changes and upgrades since my last visit, and the machines have grown in size and capabilities. I’ve now had a ride in most of them and will be getting more soon. Still, I intend to get this book out just in time, and hopefully get back to full productivity very soon.
Twenty-one anthologies. Blimey. I really didn’t expect that spur of the moment idea, the first volume, to have so much momentum. It’s still going strong – and this issue introduces another new author, David D. Walker, as well as front cover art from Jana Fewkes.
It’s not all good news (did I mention the kidney stone was successfully removed in the end? It was half an inch long and wedged in the pipe so it didn’t come out on its own, it was lasered into bits).
We have unfortunately recently said goodbye to Gloom Dog, aka Susie, whose image graces the back cover of the print book, and is in the ‘dedication’ in all formats. She reached 15 years of age but had been suffering with arthritis for some months towards the end. The vet’s magical injections and pills helped at first, but when she completely lost the use of her back legs it was time to let her go.
It’s a shame she didn’t get to see one more Halloween and the fire lit one more time, but she’s out of pain now.
And so, with the mood sufficiently depressed, something Gloom Dog would have heartily approved of, let’s begin the stories...
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Through Slabs of Stone
Daniel Royer
Marvin hopped the graveyard wall. He adjusted his eyes to the darkness. A breeze whistled through the tombstones. The bare limbs of trees snarled up to the moon.
Marvin took a tentative step forward into the graveyard. The silhouettes of tombstones defined themselves along a hilltop. Marvin shuffled towards them. He found himself standing before a grave. He struck a match against it. A plume of light cast a soft glow. A bouquet of flowers lay at the base of the grave. Marvin inspected the markings on the tombstone. He surveyed the area. The graves nearby were all clean and well-maintained. This was clearly the new part of the graveyard. He needed to find the old section.
Marvin dropped the match. A different patch of tombstones sat sleepily in the distance. Marvin stepped into the darkness towards them. Brittle leaves crunched under his steps.
A flashlight beam suddenly illuminated him. Marvin froze.
Halt,
said a man. Marvin stayed where he was. The flashlight bounced towards him. A man approached. What are you doing here?
Marvin stammered. How do you explain to someone the desire to tour an old Maine graveyard on Halloween? It wasn’t something everyone could understand. But Marvin understood. This was New England on Halloween Night for goodness sakes! A teenage boy’s dream! This was H.P. Lovecraft Country—Washington Irving Country—Stephen King Country! It was where witches were burned and horsemen roamed headless. It was one of the oldest parts of America with some of the spookiest history and folklore. It was the likeliest spot where one could encounter—fingers crossed—a ghost. What young teenager wouldn’t want to peruse a sleepy old New England graveyard on this night?
Marvin watched the man stepping closer, keeping the flashlight steady on him. The man stood before him. He was tall and lean. Martin noticed he was elderly. You got any of that spray paint stuff?
he asked.
No sir.
The man probed the light over Marvin’s body. His voice softened. What’s your name, son?
Marvin, sir.
How old are you, Marvin?
Thirteen,
he replied.
The man smiled. Thirteen…
he said, pondering. Too old to trick-or-treat, too young for the parties. And you don’t have any of that spray paint stuff…
He dropped the light to Marvin’s feet, his guard now lowered. So you’ve come to stroll an old New England graveyard on Halloween Night?
His smile broadened. Well, you’ve come to the right place, Marvin… My name’s Pippin. I’m the nightwatchman.
He scrutinized Marvin’s face. Where are you from, son? I don’t think I’ve seen you around here.
Out of state,
said Marvin. My Dad’s here on business this week.
What do you know of our town?
Marvin shook his head. Nothing, really.
Pippin cast his light on the nearby tombs. A graveyard tells the story of a town, just as good as any museum or library.
"Where is your library, sir? I didn’t see one this afternoon."
Pippin hung his head. His voice dropped. "There was a fire a long time ago. Many people died. It was a terrible loss. Sorry, Marvin, that’s the way it’s gotta be. Much of our story was lost in that fire. Occasionally, an old book or journal will pop up in someone’s basement—and with that, another piece of the town’s puzzle is put in place. It’s always exciting when that happens. Let me tell you something, Marvin. Whenever you move into a new house, check the basement. Or attic. Go through whatever boxes are holed up in there. You’re sure to find some interesting stuff. And if you find any old books, for God’s sakes, read them."
Yes sir.
Pippin smiled. So with the town library gone, we just have this graveyard to tell our tale. Our oldest tombs date back to the Sixteen-Twenties—shortly after Plymouth Rock, and even before Salem.
He pointed a light at a tombstone. "Take this guy. He was a preacher many years ago. His sermons were published all over New England." Marvin looked away, scanning the other graves.
Pippin swung the light from tomb to tomb. This one helped cure a major disease. This one was a noted scholar. This is one was a great philanthropist. He gave money to the needy, he clothed the—
Pippin stopped. He noticed that Marvin had stopped paying attention. But these aren’t the types of graves you came here to see tonight, are they, Marvin?
Marvin shook his head.
Then you’ve come to glimpse the macabre...
Marvin paused, nodded.
Pippin smiled. Well, Marvin, you’ve come to the right graveyard. This one is very special indeed. We’ve got chroniclers and witches and sorcerers and monsters and a whole lot of other things.
This one has all that?
said Martin.
Of course,
said Pippin. "Did I tell you that this graveyard is a place of magic? It is full of mystery and wonder and ghosts. Many ghosts. And tonight, the veil that separates our world and their world is at its thinnest. The ancient Celts called this night ‘Samhain.’ We just call it ‘Halloween.’ On this night, the realms can be crossed much more easily. On this night the dead will talk."
You’re speaking of ghosts.
I’m speaking of ghosts, and a whole lot of other things. Tonight the dead will talk.
Marvin was dubious. Will they really talk?
"Oh yes, they will—they are. In fact, they talk all the time. Ever read a book from a long time ago? That is a dead man talking. They can talk through books and photographs and records. They talk through the celluloid of film and the oil of paintings. Tonight, they will talk through slabs of stone."
Marvin’s eyes danced. Pippin smiled. He swung the light to a hillside. Follow me Marvin, and I’ll show you the stuff of wonder.
Pippin led the way to a clump of graves. Marvin struggled to keep up. The nightwatchman fixed the light to a tomb: EDWARD HENRY ROSE: 1808-1848. We will start with him. Edward Henry Rose was a writer.
Of books? Novels?
Not quite. He was a writer of the occult. Do you know what that means?
Supernatural stuff?
"Quite right, Marvin. Supernatural stuff. Aliens, witches, monsters, zombies... His writings were published in the form of paper pamphlets. He was also an historian—the unofficial town chronicler. His writings told the secret history of this town—the real history. His original pamphlets and letters and diaries were all collected in our library. The librarians of the past knew our real history as well—I’m not talking about the stuff you’ll find on the computer. Listen to me, Marvin, if you ever want to know something about a town—any town—ask the librarian."
Yes sir.
Pippin’s voice dropped. Tragically our library and those historians are gone—lost in the fire and through time. But Rose once chronicled the lives of every grave surrounding us. But now, as I’ve said, we just have our tombs to tell our story.
Pippin moved the light to a different grave. This one was a witch.
But the witches weren’t real,
said Marvin, remembering the