October every year means reading all of the spooky fiction and ghostly (non?) fiction that I can get my grubby little paws on. It is the perfect time of year to slink a little further under the covers with each story and revel in the tunnel vision that I inevitably succumb to, feeling the darkness creep in around the edges, even though it’s noon and bright outside. My poor partner will tell me we have things to do and places to be, but I’ll beg, “Just one more, I promise! I’m almost done” before burrowing back in for another five, ten, fifteen stories.
Here are the short things I’m reading now:
Crispin’s Model, by Max Gladstone
How far can art take us–and can we come back?
Hungry Daughters of Starving Mothers, by Alyssa Wong
We’re always full of the things our mothers gave us.
Red Goat Black Goat, by Nadia Bulkin
Sometimes, it’s a goat-eat-nanny world out there.
The Husband Stitch, by Carmen Maria Machado
He is a nice boy, they say. He will be a good man.
And, of course, what would October be without Jezebel’s annual round up of reader-submitted ghost stories?