You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.

All’improvviso i loro sensi si fecero più attenti. Man mano che si addentravano nel quartiere, un formicolio sinistro li pizzicò alla base della nuca. Un presagio di morte, la puzza di marcio,l’olezzo del mondo infernale.

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I think that true horror is accomplished by slowly getting into your brain. The old way is much more scary.

There’s wickedness, dark as night. There are things that are wicked and if you touch them, they know you. They know where to find you now. – Knock Knock

They walked through the rainy dark like gaunt ghosts, and Garraty didn’t like to look at them. They were the walking dead.

‘Now I lay me down to sleep…’” To me, just random noise. Gibberish. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I felt that, when it came to God, there was a broken promise in...

They told of dripping stone walls in uninhabited castles and of ivy-clad monastery ruins by moonlight, of locked inner rooms and secret dungeons, dank charnel houses and overgrown graveyards, of footsteps creaking upon staircases and...

But are his needs any more shocking than the needs of any other animals and men? Are his deeds more outrageous than the deeds of the parent who drained the spirit from his child? The...

It is hard to look at the tumor and not come away with the feeling that one has encountered a powerful monster in its infancy

But it was not hateful bile that was thrust from me, it was an angry hatred that can only come from those that I had been repressed over the years. It was just subtle cracks...

Jane woke, stretched, and decided to kill herself. If she hadn’t found a reason to live by the end of the day she would jump from the rig. It felt good to have a plan.

Deadlines help me, but my muse hates them. My muse functions in fits and starts, and tends to take very long vacations. Deadlines are like a hot poker to his ass. They force us both...

Nothing says you care like sending someone a kitten.

As the helpless vampire watched the transformation, it started screaming. It was still screaming when his rows of razor sharp teeth sank into its throat.

Good horror offers a sense of an upended, lawless world and that’s appealing to anyone who grew up feeling like an outsider.

Living in Hell kept him aware of the possibility of Heaven, and he’d never felt more alive.

And the bubbles of light again rose and fell, and in their disordered, irregular, turbulent maze, mingled with the wan moonlight. And now from these globules themselves as from the shell of an egg, monstrous...

As she walked to the stairway, he pulled her back with a light tug on her shoulder. “They’re responding to you now.”Turning to face him, she said, “Responding to me? What did I say?””The hallway...

It was not Christianity which freed the slave: Christianity accepted slavery; Christian ministers defended it; Christian merchants trafficked in human flesh and blood, and drew their profits from the unspeakable horrors of the middle passage....

I would like to turn in my skin and change it for a new epidermis. It feels as if I will never be able to rinse the sadness from my soul. All the while I...

I have learned one lesson in all this and I will share it knowing it will do no one any good. The lesson is this: “There are none more complicit in one’s undoing than one’s...

Miss Millick wondered just what had happened to Mr. Wran. He kept making the strangest remarks when she took dictation. Just this morning he had quickly turned around and asked, “Have you ever seen a...

Make (the reader) think the evil, make him think it for himself, and you are released from weak specifications. My values are positively all blanks, save so far as an excited horror, a promoted pity,...

Violet carved her hate into her flesh one name at a time.

His indirect way of approaching a character or an action, striving to realize it by surrounding rather than invading it, is ideally suited to the indefinite and suggestive presentation of a ghost story.(introduction to “Sir...

He first noticed it on the plane ride. There was an odor about her and it was becoming more pronounced with each passing hour. It was like the smell of rotting meat.

It’s not the tales of Stephen King that I’ve read,I need protection from the things in my head . . .

I had lied to myself from the very beginning, deceived myself into believing that I was being fanciful and overly imaginative. Surely such monstrosities only existed in nightmares? Yet I had lived through a nightmare...

These were the things we would never notice were missing.

essential saltes” as it were, I’m the prime mover seed that gets sown after the heat death of the universe when the Ouroboros swallows itself and the cycle begins anew with a big bang.

Goodreads.com is actually about fiction not dreading goo. But I have a profile there, anyway…

The place was silent and – aware.

And so, she turned her back on the abyss for another day.

I always ask myself one question: what is human? What does it mean to be human? Maybe people will consider my new films brutal again. But this violence is just a reflection of what they...

Or ever will. But that is a suggestion, and one you are free to disregard at your own peril. But you are are going to answer my question.

There was a naked jock on my bed and a thing with tentacles coming out of my toilet. One of these things did not belong, and if you tell me that it was the naked...

I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.

I can smell your blood now. I can smell it in every room of the house.

Joey glanced at his alarm clock and saw it was just before midnight. His eyes drifted to his bookshelf. Lined up in a row, in the order of their publication, were all of the Spook...

Let the red dawn surmise What we shall do, When this blue starlight dies And all is through.”(The Yellow Sign)

He stood just near the club’s steps, his back to me along the foggy English night, and it was not until I’d passed him and began my ascent of the many steps that I’d heard...

We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.

The town knew about darkness. It knew about the darkness that comes on the land when rotation hides the land from the sun, and about the darkness of the human soul. The town is an...

Night had come and eaten everything.

We tossed away the horror formula right from the beginning.

Stupidity is the chlorine that cleans out the gene pool.

This, then, is the ultimate, that is only, consolation: simply that someone shares some of your own feelings and has made of these a work of art which you have the insight, sensitivity, and —...

No one, none of us have rights. There is no destiny. We have responsibilities to ourselves and each other. We have responsibilities and the choice whether or not we live up to those responsibilities.