Growing Things and Other Stories by Paul Tremblay
English | 2019 | Horror | ePUB | 938 Kb
Growing Things : A chilling anthology featuring nineteen pieces of short fiction from the multiple award-winning author of the national bestseller The Cabin at the End of the World and A Head Full of Ghosts.
In “The Teacher,” a Bram Stoker Award nominee for best short story, a student is forced to watch a disturbing video that will haunt and torment her and her classmates’ lives.
Four men rob a pawn shop at gunpoint only to vanish, one-by-one, as they speed away from the crime scene in “The Getaway.”
In “Swim Wants to Know If It’s as Bad as Swim Thinks,” a meth addict kidnaps her daughter from her estranged mother as their town is terrorized by a giant monster . . . or not.
Joining these haunting works are stories linked to Tremblay’s previous novels. The tour de force metafictional novella “Notes from the Dog Walkers” deconstructs horror and publishing, possibly bringing in a character from A Head Full of Ghosts, all while serving as a prequel to Disappearance at Devil’s Rock. “The Thirteenth Temple” follows another character from A Head Full of Ghosts—Merry, who has published a tell-all memoir written years after the events of the novel. And the title story, “Growing Things,” a shivery tale loosely shared between the sisters in A Head Full of Ghosts, is told here in full.
From global catastrophe to the demons inside our heads, Tremblay illuminates our primal fears and darkest dreams in startlingly original fiction that leaves us unmoored. As he lowers the sky and yanks the ground from beneath our feet, we are compelled to contemplate the darkness inside our own hearts and minds.
“Paul Tremblay has mastered creepy,
interstitial spaces with his own brand of supernatural-adjacent horror.
This collection proves again that in any form, at any length, Tremblay
is a must-read.”
—Chuck Wendig, New York Times bestselling author of Wanderers and Invasive
wildly entertaining and deeply unsettling, Paul Tremblay’s writing has a
way of sneaking under your skin and messing with your head. Superb.
Can’t rate it highly enough.”
—Sarah Lotz, author of The Three and The White Road
skilled purveyor of the uncanny who always seeks meaning amidst the
fear, Paul Tremblay is one of the key writers who have made modern
horror exciting again.”
—Adam Nevill, author of The Ritual
“These aren’t just stories – they’re spirits that linger, shadows that haunt, terrors that follow you even after you’ve closed the book. . . Growing Things is a collection of Paul Tremblay’s most searing and powerful work yet.”
—Christina Henry, author of Alice and The Girl in Red
Wheatley gently places a bird head into Ben’s hands. The head is small, the size of a half-dollar coin. Its shock of red feathers is so bright, a red he’s never seen, only something living could be that vivid, and for a moment Ben is not sure if he should pat the bird head and coo soothingly or flip the thing out of his hands before it nips him. The head has a prominent brown-yellow beak, proportionally thick, and as long as the length of the head from the top to its base. The beak is outlined in shorter black feathers that curl around the eyes as well. The bird’s pitch-black irises float in a sea of a more subdued red.
“Thank you, Mr. Wheatley. I don’t know what to say. Is it—is it real?”
“This is a red-headed barbet from northern South America. Lovely creature. Its bill is described as horn colored. It looks like a horn, doesn’t it? It feeds on fruit, but it also eats insects as well. Fierce little bird, one befitting your personality, I think, Benjamin.”
“Wow. Thank you. I can’t accept this. This is too much—”
“Nonsense. I insist.” He then gives Ben an envelope. “An invitation to an all-too-infrequent social gathering I host here. There will be six of us, you and I included. It’s in—oh my—three days. Short notice, I know. The date, time, and instructions are inside the envelope. You must bring the red-headed barbet with you, Benjamin. It is your ticket to admittance, and you will not be allowed entrance without it.”