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.

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

A horrible end is better than endless horror.

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

Cattle… it called us cattle…We’re hamburger, you mean.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,Thy knotted and combined locks to part,And each particular hair to...

I’m sixteen with what I hope will be a long life ahead, but I’m willing to give it up, to give anything to let her live, to let her make it through the night.

Watch your back.” They hissed, and he tried to move faster, his heart racing and the nerves of his body jangling painfully with fear as he fought to get beyond them.Hands reached out for his...

Great revelations of nature, of course, never fail to impress in one way or another, and I was no stranger to moods of the kind. Mountains overawe and oceans terrify, while the mystery of great...

If you look into the face of evil, evil’s gonna look right back at you

Walpurgis Night, when, according to the belief of millions of people, the devil was abroad – when the graves were opened and the dead came forth and walked. When all evil things of earth and...

Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul,that soft summer morninground a turning in the path,the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,its legs in the air like a woman in needburning its...

He’d wanted to mend her just like his mother had mended his favorite teddy bear when his arm had come loose after too much play. He offered her his pudding cup instead.

I put it to the great man [Hitchcock], the key to fictitious terror is partition or containment: so long as the Bates Motel is sealed off from our world, we want to peer in, like...

Se tenta compensar o horror com beleza, mas as coisas não se anulam, apenas se somam ainda mais; sobrepondo-se umas as outras, esmagando-as, triturando-as.

Laying here in my grave..at last.. I am finally alone.

I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.

The minister paused in his narrative. At that moment there came a tremendous blast of wind which shook the windows of the manse, and burst open the hall door, and caused the candles to flicker...

To those of you who are yet to plunge into the zygote pool and want to know what both plumbless horror and pure love feels like, have yourself a baby…

Middling monsters died at the point of pitchforks, burned with torches, or at the butt of silver-capped canes wielded by angry, geriatric Poles. Middling people were dime-a-dozen, emptied souls, shorn sheeple, human husks. A good...

The zombie looks like a man, walks like a man, eats and otherwise functions fully, yet is devoid of the spark. It represents the nagging doubt that lays deep in the heart of even the...

I never saw a dollar bill cry at anyone’s funeral.

This whole goddamn house stinks of ghosts.

He shouldn’t say things like that in front of the artworks, especially when they’re angry, but he always does.

Enjoy the tiny unexplainable second. You can learn whatever you want.

Do not wander in the deeps,Where the Shriker’s shadow creeps.When he rises from beneath,Beware the Sharpness of his teeth.

The only sound is the audible record of her thrusts as she becomes wetter. Her beautiful voice echoing in his head, they share the sounds of their amorous flesh moving in unbridled rhythm.

I’m not a big fan of Halloween. Except for the dressing up part. I love picking out a costume. – Tory

Evan had heard it all before. A paradise underground, made for things like the worm in front of him. A place where Evan would forget he had ever been human, forget he had a mother,...

Sing a song of suspense in which the players die.Four and twenty ravens in an Edgar Allan Pie.When the pie was broken, the ravens couldn’t sing.Their throats had been sliced open by Stephen, the new...

Ask anyone what that means, what it means to see a miracle, and they will say that it’s something impossible, but they mean that a miracle is something formerly believed to be impossible that turns...

His desire for this to be a joke was quickly replaced by a desire for whiskey.

Tina sognava acque placide e un sole nascosto da fronde e nuvole che non esistevano. Il sole d’improvviso si è fatto notte, una notte guasta e pesante. L’acqua si è infettata, agitandosi torbida intorno a...

On the morning of the exorcism, I stayed home from school.

I recalled something I’d read a long time ago about Satan. When he appeared, it wouldn’t be as a demon but as an ordinary-looking guy with a convincing message of peace.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

Strength and victory… What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.

Is it possible for one to enter sleep and wander while never waking? And if so, for how long can one survive this way?

Wha…what are you smiling for…? If I’d swallowed that needle, I’d have died! It’s not like putting tabasco in ohagi!!!

She had gone through the veil and returned to Earth. But the veil only opens one way.

Until that afternoon in October four years ago, I hadn’t known dogs could scream.

I can’t change my past, nobody can, I can make my future better

Everything is worse…if you think something is looking at you.

There was nothing but power, and those who hadn’t yet found the tap. (Greachin)

Are we not all actors playing parts in another person’s play?

The exhilaration of battle was agreeable to him, but the sight of the dead, with their clay faces, blank eyes, and stiff bodies, which, when not unnaturally shrunken, were unnaturally swollen, had always intolerably affected...

You’re going through the horror of it, you’re going through the isolation of it but you’re being empowered by reminding yourself that you’re connected to everybody else.