Nightmare Abbey 8

  

The latest edition of Nightmare Abbey is as strong as its predecessors, which is heartening. Editor Tom English continues to attract first-rate talent. Many of the writers in this, the eighth issue, will be familiar to ST readers. But before I pick out a few highlights of the fiction, let me mention how solid and entertaining the non-fiction is. There’s an excellent overview of that classic The Black Cat by John Llewellyn Probert, an interview with Ghostwatch and Gothic writer Stephen Volk, and John V. Navroth continues his aborbing history of US horror comics.

‘A Legend of the Ile de St Anselm’ by Steve Duffy is, as we’ve come to expect, a slow-burn tale of weirdness that lingers in the mind. The setting is a frequently fog-bound isle off the French coast, reached by a tidal causeway. A retired psychiatrist is approached by a man with an unusual problem, and the doctor agrees to take the case. The story this special patient tells is one of strange dreams and stranger realities. It’s an atmospheric tale with a good twist.

Steve Rasnic Tem’s ‘I Forget What I Was Going to Say’ is oddly similar in theme thought very different in approach and style. The first-person narrator tells of a strange and disturbing phenomenon that is fogging the minds of millions. But is the menace real at all or a product of ‘mass hysteria’? I often feel the world is going wrong is some hard to define but awful way, and this story suggests that Tem feels the same way.

‘The Ancient Groves’ by John Llewellyn Probert is altogether more traditional in its account of a man and his dog who go for a walk in the woods. I was surprised by the turns the tale took and quickly found myself rooting for the dog (and his owner). Quite traditional in approach, this one reminded me of Blackwood and Benson, authors who grasped the potential for horror in the seemingly passive and picturesque English countryside.

In ‘Localism’ Helen Grant conjures up one of the most enduring legends of Scotland – that of strange, aquatic beings who are notoriously tetchy if humans encroach upon their realms. This is also the story of a surfing resort with a huge artificial lagoon and wave machine. Some things do not mix. It’s a detailed and – at the end – bloody tale. All good messy fun.

I expected to be impressed by Sean Hogan’s ‘After and Before’, given his sterling record on two excellent films – The Devil’s Business and the Bordelands. I was not disappointed. Hogan evokes a grotty holiday village on England’s coast and a couple taking a break from the mundane pressures of a rickety economy. Instead, they find a different kind of escape – or is it captivity? An excellent tale, full of atmosphere and nicely understated.

If you haven’t already discovered Nightmare Abbey, you should give it a try. It’s probably not trying to be the Weird Tales of our time, but it’s coming pretty close in my estimation. I suspect we will see even greater things emerge, quite possibly blinking and wriggling in the unaccustomed light of day, in future issues.

 

NOTES FROM THE SHADOWS by Christopher Harman (Sarob Press 2025)

Christopher Harman's work has been appearing in ST for quite a while. This new collection of nine stories contains three that I had the pleasure of getting first dibs on. Those tales - 'Cold Air from the East', 'The Abbey Hoard', and 'Black Water' - are all excellent, I need hardly add. Rereading them confirms how well Harman builds his tales. He is, to coin a phrase, an architectural writer, creating a strange edifice that we can explore and inhabit for a while. And yet he is also a writer of the great outdoors with a very British love of the countryside, the coast, the long hike in the rain. 

Cover by Paul Lowe for 'Wet Jenny'

Harman is arguably a folk horror writer, at least for some of the time. 'Wet Jenny' is certainly in that category, with its variation on the regional bogeyperson that is Jenny Greenteeth. 'Cold Air...' is a remarkable take on a Russian folk tale. And 'A True Yorkshireman' is a wry, somewhat hallucinatory account of a very familiar entity, the troll under the bridge.

TALES NOCTURNAL by Tim Foley (PS Publishing 2025)

I received a paperback review copy of this debut collection because several of the stories first appeared in ST. And I'm proud of that fact. I seldom talk about why I accept or reject stories because in the end it's all personal taste, instinct, 'vibes'. With Tim Foley I knew there was something good here - I enjoyed his work and felt good about putting it in front of my (admittedly tiny) readership. Let us dive in...

The subtitle is A Collection of Stories of the Uncanny. Not horror, though horror is to be found here. Not ghost stories, though most of these tales qualify. The uncanny is the key ingredient, the mortar that binds together every story. Fans of old-school pulp fiction will enjoy this book, as will ghost story aficionados. More importantly, anyone who appreciates well-crafted short fiction will find plenty to savor and admire.

Foley's world is a realm of abandoned buildings, shabby apartments, ageing hotels, second-hand cars. Above all, it's a world of failed or failing relationships, uneasy solitudes, lost hopes, and faded dreams. The supernatural shades into the psychological in a familiar but still compelling fashion. Sometimes Foley's characters escape the worst that mystery and the night can offer. Sometimes they don't. 

Thus in 'Snowman, Frozen', a writer struggling to meet a deadline rents a rural cabin in winter, drinks too much, and becomes obsessed with who might be building snowmen in an nearby field. It's a simple tale, but would make a splendid segment of a portmanteau horror movie. The frozen wasteland is beautifully evoked, and the final showdown as the writer's mind gives way is excellent.

'Galen's Closet', by contrast, is about young people partying in the big city. But they, too, become fixated on a strange phenomenon. The eponymous closet is apparently haunted. At first, the members of a goth-adjacent band and their hangers-on have fund and hijinks. But  eventually risk-taking exacts a heavy toll.

The collection begins with an epigraph from E.F. Benson, and I think that author's term 'spook stories' fits quite a few tales here. Not exactly ghostly, but chilling and hard to dismiss. Thus 'The House Opposite' follows the familiar template of a troubled man becoming fixated on a maybe-haunted place. But the denouement is genuinely surprising, as something worse than any ghost is discovered.

One can see 'The Figure on the Sidewalk' as another instance of a familiar trope updated. A man tells another man a story about a mysterious maybe-stalker. There is no explanation, no overt threat, merely a presence that can neither be explored nor explained. A low-key study in paranoia and alienation? Perhaps. 

In another (admirably terse) story a young man hitching finds himself somehow entangled with an older guy he doesn't really want to know. The hitchhiker tale is another old warhorse, but 'A Hitch' offers a new twist. The situation becomes bizarre and disturbing as the stranger reveals some details about himself. They both get a lift, but where are they going? One suspects that it is nowhere fun. 

More lighthearted is 'The Ghost of Niles Canyon' - a tale of a phantom hitchhiker is told, and then the listener and teller take a drive. Of course, somebody hitches a ride. But all is not as it seems. 

Also automotive in theme is 'Flowers Along the Seawall', with its dedication to Amelia Edwards. I particularly liked this one as it does indeed capture that old-fashioned feel yet remain true to modern sensibilities. 

'Room 413, Silver Spruce Hotel' first appeared in ST under a slightly different title. Re-reading the story, I was impressed by the way the traditional signs of a haunting are evoked quietly, but not too quietly. Foley's protagonist - stuck in another snowy wilderness - reacts realistically. We learn about what Robert Westall called the 'metabolism' of the haunting, and the ending would have pleased Benson and the old guard. 

'Deer' is one of several stories that evoke the great outdoors, with a troubled couple setting out on vacation. When they hit a deer, things are already going badly. This one is told from two perspectives, husband and wife, and again blurs the line between the psychological and paranormal explanations. 

'The Sound of Children Playing' is a particular favourite of mine. This takes a deep dive into the USA's troubled history as a superpower, but from an unusual angle. A Vietnam vet, isolated and increasingly strange, spends his time at an old abandoned schoolhouse. I recall reading this for the first time and thinking, 'Yes, this is the genuine article'. 

And that can be said for all the stories here. There is a sincerity and humanity behind the weirdness that makes these stories doubly entertaining. I unreservedly recommend this collection. It's been a long time coming but it was worth the wait. 

Issue 58 - Story Openings

‘What’s Inside’ by Peter Kenny

Hoppy Monday!

Early to work for once, you stop to watch Happy Hoppy’s Summer Farm Experience getting ready for business. The annoying whack-a-mole machine is switched on, while the incongruous bucking bronco is stripped of its overnight canvas. You can just hear the excited squeaks of breakfasting guinea pigs in the animal petting zone. In the half-a-dozen local produce stands, the pale woman who sells cutesy wax candles, quince jam and lavender honey is staring into space.

 

‘Bright By Name’ by Katherine Haynes

“Fortescue has a second-rate mind.”

These words weren’t intended for my ears, but I couldn’t help hearing them as I tiptoed past the staff room. At my daughter’s school the Principal had laid down a ‘no high heels’ rule—presumably to preserve the shining parquet of the new building—and I had been guilty of breaking it before. There’s something shaming in being told off in front of a bunch of kids, especially when you’re one of the elder mothers and not a yummy mummy.

‘The Alleyway’ by Michael Chislett

The alleyway lay between the allotments and a steeply risen bank, above which high backs of houses shadowed the narrow, often muddy lane. The four hundred yards length of it ran from the street where Dacre dwelt to the nearest bus stop. The quickest way actually, although there was another stop, up the hill, but that way took considerably longer to walk and he was one who always favoured the most direct route to a destination.

 

‘In Another Country’ by Mark Nicholls

“Is it Mrs Blenkinsop again?” The Highways Manager knew that her question was superfluous. Of course it was Mrs Benkinsop. It was pretty much always Mrs Blenkinsop.

“Her third email this month.” Philip Smith the principal Cases Officer replied with feeling. “And it’s not as if we have nothing else to do with our time. She’s very insistent.”

 

‘The Far Side of the Lake’ by Cliff McNish

On the first morning of my Canadian holiday I woke up stuck in a crazy posture: arms and legs scrunched up tight above me, gripping the double-duvet as if trying to wring every last vestige of warmth from its fabric. I felt like Gregor uncurling in Metamorphosis. Christ, I was freezing!

Not that I should have been surprised. I’d been warned that in the Northwest Territories night-time temperatures could fall below zero even in late September. We weren’t that far from the Arctic circle, after all.

 

‘Villa Metrobian’ by Sam Dawson

The village is small, clinging to the sides of a ridge, bisected by a dusty, precipitous road little wider than a pannier-carrying donkey would or could negotiate. The sky is azure, the rock baked the same dusty tan as the barren-looking soil which, nevertheless, supports a score of olive trees, twisted and ancient. There is a tiny church, a cluster of houses, a decaying villa set some distance from them. In the Greek fashion all the buildings are whitewashed. In the sunlight that whiteness is unbearable to the eyes, and he has to squint just to be able to take it all in.

Tim Foley - Debut Collection

PS Publishing has announced a new book by ST regular Tim Foley. It looks good! There's both a trade paperback and a signed hardcover edition. 

This collection of uncanny tales invites us into a world where a subtle frisson awaits, a world where the sense that something is chillingly wrong lurks just beneath the familiar rituals of everyday life. A classic muscle car hides a dark, secret history. The shade of a lonely bride broods in a hotel room, longing for a friend. A cynical musician confronts a closet door that, without explanation, refuses to stay shut.

For the past dozen years, Tim Foley’s stories have appeared in journals and anthologies, offering modern takes on the supernatural tale, creating a sharp sense of unease in the reader. Gathered here in his first collection, these stories offer gentle mystery and creeping dread. Seventeen Tales Nocturnal, to be read late in the evening, when the spirits are near.

ATMOSPHERIC DISTURBANCES by Helen Grant (Swan River Press 2024)

Cover art by John Coulthart

Has it really been so long?

That was my first thought in looking at the contents list of this excellent new collection. I need hardly mention that Helen Grant's stories have been appearing in Supernatural Tales for quite a while, now. Four of the thirteen tales collected her first saw light of day courtesy of my hot little editorial hands. And another, 'The Wynd', first published in Nightmare Abbey, features on my YouTube channel. Check it out here on the Helen Grant playlist. 

Needless to say 'The Wynd' is excellent, a clever variation on the mysterious church best left unvisited theme. What makes it especially good is that not only does the rather nasty protagonist get his comeuppance, but this occurs in the heart of a bustling modern city. A church lurking in wait amid soulless office blocks is a tough menace to pull off, but the author manages it with aplomb.

Looking again at the stories I was privileged to publish, I'm glad to say they stand up well alongside the other inclusions. Indeed, the first three stories in the book are all ST 'alumni', as is the title story, which rounds off the volume. 

And I think 'Atmospheric Disturbances' is arguably the best piece in the book, though not by a wide margin. This story of a solitary man on an island who loses touch with the world - perhaps as the result of some unimaginable global catastrophe - perhaps borders on science fiction. But it is also a modern take on the 'last man' theme tackled by Mary Shelley, among others. What makes it especially moving, for me, is the conclusion, which I will certainly not spoil here. 

Issue 57 - Winter 2024/5

 

Cover illo by Sam Dawson, for Steve Duffy's story 'Forever Chemicals', which offers an interesting take on the London of the early Thatcher era. Spoiler alert - it wasn't very nice. 

Here are the contents in full:

'Forever Chemicals' by Steve Duffy. 

A young man in need of a job ends up as a nightwatchman on the run-down Docklands site. Businessmen of the less honest kind dump stuff in the dock. As Christmas approaches, so does a strange and unwanted 'miracle'. 

'Wendigo' by Michael Kelly. 

Strangers on a train. A Canadian winter. A story about a legendary creature. All this and more as events unfold in a cabin in the wilderness and disturbing truths revealed.

'The Unfortified Heart' by Tim Jeffreys

An affair with a married woman is an exciting thing, what with the thrill of transgression and all that. But what if the husband finds out? An age-old premise given a new, supernatural twist in this gripping tale.

'The Wet Wife' by Reggie Chamberlain-King.

Our second nod to Algernon Blackwood, as a couple spend a holiday by the Danube. The willows are present and correct. But it's not vegetation that proves troublesome when the husband decides to take a swim.

'Episodes From the Life and Death of a Pantomime Horse' by William Curnow. 

Seasonal fun for all the family! No, not really. This tour de force looks at the career of an old-school comedy partnership whose wholesome act seems to evolve over time into a minor circle of hell. 

'The Night Visitor' by Steve Rasnic Tem.

A tale by one of the undisputed masters of the modern genre. An old man, lonely and increasingly fearful, awaits the onset of the festive season. Who would want to send him a volume of classic British ghost stories? A strange form of harassment...