PRAISE FOR ANOKA

Get this book. Stick it in your pocket, carry it around, and read it when you need a jolt. It’ll get you where you need to be.

THEODORE C. VAN ALST, JR.

The stories in Anoka are scary and funny and gruesome and fantastic but feel true. The short collection is filled with big ideas. Its stories make you think, make you not want to think about what you just read. The writing is sharp throughout. Pay attention to Cheyenne Arapaho author Shane Hawk, he's going to write great, horrible things.

TOMMY ORANGE

While I don’t read much horror, the vibrancy of these stories immediately impressed me. The voice in these six stories is urgent, insistent, and unrelenting, and I couldn’t put the book down until I’d finished each one.

DAVID HESKA WANBLI WEIDEN

ANOKA

A COLLECTION OF INDIGENOUS HORROR

SHANE HAWK

Cover Illustrated by

SEWERYN JASIŃSKI

Copyright © 2020 by Shane Hawk

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Cover art © 2020 by Seweryn Jasiński

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

To Tori

Forever and ever, babe

And to all MMIWG2S

Their crisis crushes my Indian heart

We will be known forever by the tracks we leave.

DAKOTA PROVERB

‘Everyone must leave something behind when he dies,’ my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.

RAY BRADBURY, FAHRENHEIT 451

CONTENTS

Introduction: Why Anoka?

About the Story Notes

Author’s Note

Soilborne

Wounded

Orange

Imitate

Dead America

Transfigured

Story Notes

Acknowledgments

About the Author

INTRODUCTION: WHY ANOKA?

Anoka is a small Minnesotan city near Minneapolis and St. Paul. Its population reaches just above 17,000 people. The name Anoka originated from the Dakota word a-no-ka-tan-han, which means on both sides of the river.

The maternal side of my family has history in Minnesota, specifically in Hibbing. Though it’s a distant state from where I grew up in Southern California, I’ve always felt a connection to the state. My grandma and mom often use Minnesotan slang, probably without knowing it.

Personally, I’ve never visited Anoka. I’ve been to the Twin Cities and smaller towns of Minnesota, but never Anoka. To be honest, I hadn’t heard of Anoka before June 2020. How did it catch my eye? Well, my primary intention for a debut horror story collection was to write all the stories from one geographic location. No, this isn’t a new and exciting concept. The work of Stephen King and Matthew M. Bartlett immediately comes to mind. But I’ve always liked the concept of weird, unexplainable phenomena wreaking havoc all in one place.

My research started in search for a perfect location as my collection’s centerpiece. I googled around for days. I looked up haunted houses, hotels, graveyards, etc. Something rooted in real-life folklore intrigued me. History is my passion and whenever I can connect it to fiction, I get excited. I needed a lesser-known place with hauntings and the perfect dark Halloween vibe. A Google search led me to the Halloween Capital of the World. My eyes widened. Did I happen upon a real-life Halloweentown? Scrolling through paragraphs of texts and image galleries, I became hooked.

In the early twentieth century, Anoka experienced some real troublemakers on the night of Halloween, specifically 1919. Cows roaming the streets, tipped over outhouses, and messed up windows caused the adults grief. The following year, civic leaders came together in September 1920 to figure out a way to keep young kids out of mischievous hijinks during the spooky holiday. They organized a Halloween committee which planned a parade down Main Street. The rest is history. This year marks their 100th year celebrating their annual Halloween parade, however, the global COVID-19 pandemic has cancelled festivities.

My dad is full-blooded Cheyenne & Arapaho (the U.S. government recognizes the two tribes as one). Half that blood is in my heart, making me stretched between two identities as my mom is of European descent, namely Italian and Finnish. Split down my spine, I’m one half Native American and one half White American. There are slurs for me, but I ignore them. Luckily today the slurs are rarely, if ever, a problem. The original meaning of Anoka’s name (on both sides of the river) spoke to me as a mixed-race Indian.

Identity is a key theme both in Indian life and in this collection. When I say identity, I’m referring to how one identifies themselves culturally, through language, and as a nation. It’s something constantly on my mind throughout adulthood.

The two major Indian tribes in geographic proximity to Anoka, Minnesota are the Ojibwe and the Dakota. In this book, the characters are mostly Dakota, though the Ojibwe and Lakota nations are present. This choice was deliberate if only for consistency.

My research wasn’t only concerning Anoka itself, but also the Dakota tribe. You may think all Indians know everything about each other, but we don’t. Heck, I’m sure there are many who lack knowledge of their own tribe. History lost in the minds and words of passed away relatives. Every tribe has its own language, history, legends. There is some overlap between tribes, but many tribes are unique.

Despite the uniqueness of many tribes, all tribes share a history of slaughter, subjugation, and eradication. In these stories, my Dakota characters speak with a Dakota tongue, but their experiences and attitudes are almost universal for Indians. Yes, we may all look different and