Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.

It feels as though Tony’s a ghost, a wisp of someone I once loved, or never loved at all and thought was someone else. I don’t feel anything, not even when he fucks me. I...

This is another dream, isn’t it?””Perceive it as you like. I’ve been trying to tell you things, but you’re allowing the dark things-him-to invade your thoughts and feelings.

There are some beliefs and places in this city that are incomprehensible to some-hell-to most, and it’s best to leave them alone.

Be safe on this wicked night.

A horrible end is better than endless horror.

He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.

Wendy?

A woman that you find different or strange, or whom you may envy or covet is deemed by you all to be a witch! Anything that you do not understand, you deem witchcraft!

Let us go hence,” and then the darkness of darkness beyond the stars, the darkness of everlasting.

But it bothers you. It pisse you off that I’m not crippled with debt or saddled with some moody bitch. Instead, you PR your lives and act like I’m supposed to ency you…..

I would die rather than live without you. I would die the same way he died. I can’t bear you to look at me the way you did. I cannot bear it if you do...

The mirror’s light sparks in the eyes,And horrified, my lids drawn tight,I step back to that realm of nightWhere not a single exit lies…(Untitled: “I pass away this life of mine…”)

Welcome to the house of Gray and Graves where we never lie still and death is only the beginning …

As vozes confluíram num só mesmo c ngrito de vida e horror.

I shall challenge all authority. Question all who claim dominion over me. I am not a thoughtless being but a man with his own beliefs.

I think that some laughter comes from escaped horror, doesn’t it?

The spectacle of what is called religion, or at any rate organised religion, in India and elsewhere, has filled me with horror and I have frequently condemned it and wished to make a clean sweep...

Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.

He’ll be gorgeous.

A Dream of Fear”)

«Non farà male come credi».Ci sono giorni in cui molti si ritrovano a pronunciare una frase del genere. Dottori, maestre, poliziotti, i professionisti più svariati.La giovane donna rannicchiata sul pavimento non era comunque pronta. Di...

Richard felt about as conspicuous as a foreskin at a Jewish nudist camp.

it’s not about what to think,it’s about how to think.

One’s options in this world are as vast as the horizon, which is technically a circle and thus infinitely broad. Yet we must choose each step we take with utmost caution, for the footprints we...

To these children, the door William has just come through is a portal. Being shoved through it means a trip to hell where only demons come to visit and the man before them fits that...

You’re just spooked. It’s Halloween; we’re all kind of spooked. That’s just the way it is. – Tory

I believe,’ Muswell once said, ‘that mental isolation is the essence of weird fiction. Isolation when confronted with disease, with madness, with horror and with death. These are the reverberations of the infinity that torments...

I’ll tell you now. That silence almost beat me. It’s the silence that scares me. It’s the blank page on which I can write my own fears. The spirits of the dead have nothing on...

Then the crying started. First one child, a little girl called Jen from across the street, then another, then another, until the June afternoon sounded like a vacation in hell.

Yes’ Simon nodded. ‘This would suggest that these patterns grow inside the batteries until a critical point is reached, when the shapes develop no further, and the phone ceases to function.

She resisted the urge to run, only prey ran [and] Niko had no intention on becoming prey

All kinds of magic are out of date and done away with, except in India, where nothing changes in spite of the shiny, top-scum stuff that people call ‘civilization.

You can’t get the blood out.

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.

BOY, DO I HAVE A JOB FOR YOU!

Walking out in the middle of a funeral would be, of course, bad form. So attempting to walk out on one’s own was beyond the pale.

There’s a danger and a beauty to the moment which seems out of time. It pierces something deep inside of him, bypassing his rationale, and it touches his very core. In a sudden shock of...

The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it’s when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The...

Good luck is just bad luck with its hair combed.

After torturing our adrenaline by watching a horror movie for a couple of hours the places we are most afraid of are the doors and windows of the room even though they are the only...

It was a hideous ancient thing that stood on tiger feet in the middle of the floor. Like a showpiece. And he did enjoy showing it. He would bring his friends upstairs to the master...

Why did I, like thousands of others, have to carry a cross I hadn’t chosen, a cross which was not made for my shoulders and which didn’t concern me? Who decided to come rummaging around...

You know, there was a time when childbirth was possibly the most terrifying thing you could do in your life, and you were literally looking death in the face when you went ahead with it....

Everything happens for a reason.

I do not love men: I love what devours them.

Hopefully, this new awareness and attention to the Holocaust will lead to a strengthening of those groups currently leading the struggle against anti-Semitism, a rejection of those groups both within Europe but also within the...

Have we raised the threshold of horror so high that nothing short of a nuclear strike qualifies as a ‘real’ war? Are we to spend the rest of our lives in this state of high...

Sulphurous wind gusted in his wake; the dust of the street swirled and the folds of his black coat flapped against his thin body.

You’d have been scared too if that big troglodyte had put his hands on you. He smelled like dirty socks and store brand cola.” Chet Andrews