The First Chronicles of Greystone Bay, created and edited by C.L.Grant.
Tor Books, 1985
Charles L. Grant - Prologue Reginald Bretnor - Croome House Robert E.Vardeman - Used Books Douglas E. Winter - Street Life Galad Elflandsson - Something in a Song Nina Kikriki Hoffman - Hiding form the Sun Alan Ryan - Memory and Desire Robert R. McCammon - The Red House Chelsea Quinn Yarbro - Night Catch Robert Bloch - Nocturne Joeseph Payne Brennan - A heritage Upheld Al Sarrantonio - The Only Melissa Mia Hall - The Disinegration of Alan Steve Rasnic Tem - In a Guest House Kathryn Ptacek - Power
Welcome to Greystone Bay. Don´t worry about the fog. ... the grey, damp, icy fingers gripping all within - to cover a scream or shroud a lingering death. You´ll love Greystone Bay. Don´t miss centuries-old Croome House, hiding dark secrets long buried in the family graveyard. You´ll really like Brian, gazing at the stiffness of his new white shirts folded in the dresser drawer, their angles so sharp they look as if they could slice through flesh. And you´ll just die to find out how the fisherman pay for theit prosperity.
Come on into town. Enjoy your visit. But hurry ... Before the fog rolls in.
This is another one of those theme-anthos, this time done by C.L.Grant. As often this is a mixed bag, some stories just pay lipserice to the concept of a haunted fishercity in New England. You´d often think Tor Books had a quota to fulfill if you see how many of those things they did at the time.
As Grant did this, this is more old school horror and no splatter. As far as I remember, it was a bit bland.
The Tor house artist of the day had a thing about creepy moonlit buildings ...
This was my only Greystone Bay, gave it away barely half read, stupid really, as I rate Grant and many of the contributors. Regret it now but not that much because if another copy turned up tomorrow, doubt I'd ever read it. Some of us are just not cut out for this conceptual lark, I guess.
From the first, I set myself against "literature"; the story was the thing, and no amount of style could persuade me to select a story that lacked genuine, unadulterated horror. For those who wanted something high-brow there was plenty.