The Restless Dead

by NOYES, DEBORAHVARIOUS

• ISBN13: 9780763636715
• ISBN10: 0763636711
• Edition: Reprint
• Format: Trade Paper
• Copyright: 2009-07-14
• Publisher: Candlewick

Summary

From a beyond-the-grave stalker to prankster devil worshippers, this collection takes readers along on a spooky graveyard walk in the company of 10 contemporary masters of horror and suspense.

Author Biography

Deborah Noyes is the anthologist of the award-winning GOTHIC! and the author of HANA IN THE TIME OF THE TULIPS, illustrated by Bagram Ibatoulline. She lives in Somerville, Massachusetts.

Excerpts

From "The Wrong Grave" by Kelly Link Bethany had liked Miles because he made her laugh. He makes me laugh, too. Miles figured that digging up Bethany's grave, even that would have made her laugh. Bethany had had a great laugh, which went up and up like a clarinetist on an escalator. It wasn't annoying. It had been delightful, if you liked that kind of laugh. It would have made Bethany laugh that Miles Googled "grave digging" in order to educate himself. He read an Edgar Allan Poe story, he watched several relevant episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and he bought Vicks VapoRub, which you were supposed to apply under your nose. He bought equipment at Target: a special, battery-operated, telescoping shovel; a set of wire cutters; a flashlight; extra batteries for the shovel and flashlight; and even a Velcro headband with a headlamp that came with a special red lens filter, so that you were less likely to be noticed. Miles printed out a map of the cemetery so that he could find his way to Bethany's grave off Weeping Fish Lane, even - as an acquaintance of mine once remarked - "in the dead of night when naught can be seen, so pitch is the dark." (Not that the dark would be very pitch. Miles had picked a night when the moon would be full.) The map was also just in case, because he'd seen movies where the dead rose from their graves. You wanted to have all the exits marked in a situation like that. He told his mother that he was spending the night at his friend John's house. He told his friend John not to tell his mother anything. If Miles had Googled "poetry" as well as "digging up graves," he would have discovered that his situation was not without precedent. The poet and painter Dante Gabriel Rossetti also buried his poetry with his dead lover. Rossetti, too, had regretted this gesture, had eventually decided to dig up his lover to get back his poems. I'm telling you this so that you never make the same mistake. I can't tell you whether Dante Gabriel Rossetti was a better poet than Miles, although Rossetti had a sister, Christina Rossetti, who was really something. But you're not interested in my views on poetry. I know you better than that, even if you don't know me. You're waiting for me to get to the part about grave digging. Miles had a couple of friends and he thought about asking someone to come along on the expedition. But no one except for Bethany knew that Miles wrote poetry. And Bethany had been dead for a while. Eleven months, in fact, which was one month longer than Bethany had been Miles's girlfriend. Long enough that Miles was beginning to make his way out of the fog and the needles. Long enough that he could listen to certain songs on the radio again. Long enough that sometimes there was something dreamlike about his memories of Bethany, as if she'd been a movie that he'd seen a long time ago, late at night on television. Long enough that when he tried to reconstruct the poems he'd written her, especially the villanelle, which had been, in his opinion, really quite good, he couldn't. It was as if when he'd put those poems into the casket, he hadn't just given Bethany the only copies of some poems but had instead given away those shining, perfect lines, given them away so thoroughly that he'd never be able to write them out again. Miles knew that Bethany was dead. There was nothing to do about that. But the poetry was different. You have to salvage what you can, even if you're the one who buried it in the first place. You might think at certain points in this story that I'm being hard on Miles, that I'm not sympathetic to his situation. This isn't true. I'm as fond of Miles as I am of anyone else. I don't think he's any stupider or any bit less special or remarkable than - for example - you. Anyone might accidentally dig up the wrong grave. It's a mistake anyone could make. _______ THE RESTLESS DEAD edi