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The Halloween Man walks when the screaming begins, and only Stony Crawford holds the key to the power of the chilling mystery of Stonehaven, and to the power of the unspeakable creature trapped within a summer mansion.
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As she went to get a drink of water in the bathroom, she saw three small children standing half-naked in the darkness of the hallway. One was a girl of about eight or nine, and one a boy of five, and the littlest one, barely more than a baby, a little two-year-old. But they all wore cloth diapers.
And something even more shocking.
She noticed that at the edges of their mouths, thread had been sewn, and their eyes were closed, too, threads also, little black threads, and their ears and nostrils, all sewn shut. Ellen's heart beat fast, and she clutched the bathroom door for support. She was unable to scream, and she wondered for a second if she were dreaming.
Then the little girl reached up and drew the thread from her mouth, humming sounds coming from her.
And as she drew the thread, and as her lips parted slightly...
A small green fly crawled to the edge of her lips. Spread its shiny wings and flew, and then another emerged from her lips. And another. And another.
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Other books by Douglas Clegg:
GOAT DANCE
BREEDER
NEVERLAND
DARK OF THE EYE
THE CHILDREN'S HOUR
BAD KARMA (Writing as Andrew Harper)
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The Halloween Man
Douglas Clegg
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A LEISURE BOOK
October 1998
Published by
Dorchester Publishing Co., Inc. 276 Fifth Avenue New York, NY 10001
If you purchased this book without a cover you should be aware that this book is stolen property. It was reported as "unsold and destroyed" to the publisher and neither the author nor the publish er has received any payment for this "stripped book."
Copyright 1998 by Douglas Clegg
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of the Publisher, except where permitted by law.
ISBN 0-8439-4439-0
The name "Leisure Books" and the stylized "L" with design are trademarks of Dorchester Publishing Co., Inc.
Printed in the United States of America.
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For Matt Schwartz, ofhttp://www.horrornet.com .
This must be shared with Raul Silva, and for all of those people who love a tale of the fantastic and of terror on a chilly October night.
Thanks to my mother, Aileen Naomi Clegg, for introducing me to the spellbinding poetry of Edgar Allan Poe when I was barely out of diapers; and to my father, George Benjamin Clegg, III, for agreeing, when I was 22 and taking off to write and live in Paris, that a writer should have many experiences from which to draw. I thank them both for being nomads of sorts, and for instilling their shared sense of adventure in me.
Special thanks to Ed Gorman for introducing me to my editor, Don D'Auria, among other things Ed has helped me with over the years. Thanks to Don and my agent, Jake Elwell at Wieser & Weiser.
If you'd like to get in touch with me, E-mail me at DougClegg@aol.com or drop by my website at http://www.horrornet.com/clegg.htm .
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PROLOGUE
The shattering of glass and metal, as some unseen intruder broke the window, did not wake him.
A voice in his head whispered, "Your soul."
The boy shivered. The rain outside, and the wind that blew across the near-desolate room, across the old woman's face as she too lay back in some dream, he knew this but none of it could draw him up from sleep; the crunch and squeal of a door opening, of glass being stepped upon, all of this played at the edge of his consciousness, but he could not tug away from the dream that had grabbed him.
The voice whispered, "Your heart."
His eyelids fluttered open for a moment, and then the boy closed them again, as if the real world were the dream, and his inner world, the truth.
Even the mindpain was only a shredded curtain, blowing against a window of the dream.
The boy dreamed on. His inner eyes opened onto the other world, the one of insane geometries, of orange light-
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ning, of fire that rained from trees like leaves falling, of the birds rising from the water, their impossibly pure white wings spreading across the burning sky. As the sky filled with bloody swans, he saw the dark ram with its golden eyes shining as it galloped towards him across the surface of the unbroken water. Then the eels wriggling across the glassy surface, turning the brown water red with their wakes. The ram rode across their backs, its hooves beating like knives on stones. The Azriel Light came up from its breath, forming crystalline in the mist of air, and then burned across the world. What was unspeakable found voice and its bleating froze the air for a moment, hacked from the fabric of time as the secret of all stabbed at his ears.
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