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.

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.

A horrible end is better than endless horror.

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

The best of humanity’s recorded history is a creative balance between horrors endured and victories achieved, and so it was during the Harlem Renaissance.

Fear blossomed within her – not like a flower, but like blood welling from a gunshot wound, spreading throughout her entire body.

Wrath crawled out from the well,on direction from Hell,to get back what it once lost.With vengeance in mind,it set out to find,a specified soul to accost.When the Hell-well beckoned,Mother’s will now reckoned,her dead soul now...

You ate my dog, you undead freak!”Hey! Watch the slander. I hear the acceptable term is ‘corporeallychallenged’ now. No need to be rude.

To nebyl sen, Lynne. To byla vzpomínka.

Most modern men want sex and can’t have it. They want success and never get it. They want money and never earn enough. Everybody has desires and nobody—Except the psychopathic few— Has the guts to...

[Horror fiction] shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.

Why should not a writer be permitted to make use of the levers of fear, terror and horror because some feeble soul here and there finds it more than it can bear? Shall there be...

The stinging slap against her cheek whipped her head sideways. Her hand reflexively went to her burning face.”I told you no,” Tobe said, barely above a whisper.Daphne had no words. He’d never so much as...

There are black zones of shadow close to our daily paths, and now and then some evil soul breaks a passage through. When that happens, the man who knows must strike before reckoning the consequences.

Oh incomprehensible pederasts, I shall not heap insults upon your great degradation; I shall not be the one to pour scorn on your infundibuliform anus. It is enough that the shameful and almost incurable maladies...

Only God is the Giver and Master of Creativity and imagination because they are gifts that can only come from Him Alone!

The girl’s face was the color of talcum. Her uncle’s was a death mask, a bone structure overlaid by parchment. Shane’s was granite, with a glistening line of sweat just below his hair line. He’d...

Horror fiction seems to spawn more dumbass ‘rules’ than any other kind of writing, and one of the dumbest is the assumed ‘requirement’ of a twist ending, going all the way back to H.H. Munro....

Adakah yang lebih mengerikan dari setan yang berkata benar?-Si Manis dan Lelaki Ketujuh-

Once the frontiers of horror have been crossed, one will pass from form to form beyond the human and from metamorphosis to metamorphosis to accomplish, in the anguish of an impossible return, the most terrible...

I don’t complain about the horror of life; I complain about the horror of my life. The only fact I worry about is that I exist and suffer and can’t even dream of being removed...

My creatures are born of a long denial,” seems to me the best definition of writing as a kind of exorcism, casting off invading creatures by projecting them into universal existence, keeping them on the...

It doesn’t make you a monster to want, she said, her voice very gentle. It’s what you do with it that matters.

Brian came in heavy at that moment on his guitar, the rapid, high-pitched squeal ranging back and forth as his fingers flew along the frets. As the intro’s tempo grew more rapid, Bekka heard Derek’s...

Meeting writers is usually disappointing, at best. Writers who write sexy thrillers aren’t necessarily sexy or thrilling in person. Children’s book writers might look more like accountants, or axe murderers for that matter. Horror writers...

He wasn’t sure why he felt so compelled to follow the singing, or why he needed to bring the foot with him, but he knew the two phenomena were connected. And in the midst of...

I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of...

He’d need the woman’s help to set things right; he just didn’t like having to wake the dead.

Who gave you a gun?”The army.”Why?”That’s what the army does, Simon.

She had come into the garden expecting summer roses and had instead been caught in a bank of twisted, thorny, frostbitten vines.

Magic is a naughty beast.

‘There’s no time for right or wrong,’ I said.

I’m not a bad person.

You’ve faced horrors in these past weeks… I don’t know which is worse. The terror you feel the first time you witness such things, or the numbness that comes after it starts to become ordinary.

Horror is beyond the reach of psychology.

Musicals and horror movies are my two favorite genres because they’re about extremes.

Your friends drag you down, Gordie. Don’t you know that? […] Your friends do. They’re like drowning guys that are holding onto your legs. You can’t save them. You can only drown with them.

So in that sense, I and my fellow horror writers are absorbing and defusing all your fears and anxieties and insecurities and taking them upon ourselves. We’re sitting in the darkness beyond the flickering warmth...

Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it.

I have sat here at my desk, day after day, night after night, a blank sheet of paper before me, unable to lift my pen, trembling and weeping too.

Miniture protoplasm, the dirty little bastard!

If you’re a boy, you always want to be in a western; and any actor I know would like to be in a horror.

Smile.

I thought it was foolish mumbo jumbo when I was alive – then I woke up dead.

.” I watched her sip at the drink some more. She was strong, healthy, but also petite enough that I was certain I could overpower her. I’d made the right decision not to tranquilize her,...

Brunch is such an odd thing. It was created by fat, lazy people who were too lazy to wake up at a reasonable hour and too fat to wait until the next proper time for...

And now the bad Mommy was here – outside his window. With a little whimper, he ran back to the bed, jumped in, and pulled the covers over his head.Good Mommy was gone now…and bad...