It was an unusual sunset. Having sat behind opaque drapery all day, I had not realized that a storm was pushing in and that much of the sky was the precise shade of old suits...

She remembers blood.A fine mist which goes deep into her lungs, over her skin and through the air. She remembers a desert at dusk. The sky indigo blue and the fire bright, so bright that...

The Devil always takes back his own.

When I was cooking I enjoyed a sense of being ‘out’ of myself. The action of dicing vegetables and warming oil made my hands tingle and my thoughts switch to a different hemisphere, right brain...

A man chooses…a slave obeys.

The horror was this: the others.

One evening, after a particularly terrible row, the prince smashed his princess over the head with an old wooden clock and she tumbled to the floor, dead.

Nonsense! I have merely come to terms with the fact that I am perfect, and I have decided life must go on, and I must learn to live with myself…

Eu gargalhei até espantar o horror para fora de mim.

I’m not here to change the world, just your perception of it.

From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.

From the first, Istanbul had given him the impression of a town where, with the night, horror creeps out of the stones. It seemed to him a town the centuries had so drenched in blood...

Bang bang bang. I understand now why so many horror movies use that device-the mysterious knock on the door-because it has the weight of a nightmare. You don’t know what’s out there, yet you know...

Death lurked everywhere. Death was alive and well.

I wanted to curl up into a fetal position and start sucking my thumb, let my tears and dripping saliva pool under me. Sorry. I tried living, tried being sentient. Can’t do it. Can’t live...

The Young Witch”)

Cold. Foggy cold. Soaking through fabric, biting into the skin, clutching the bones until flesh crawled.There was no moonlight, only orange, smoky lanterns, and the light made the snow glitter and turned the shadows into...

The charm of horror only tempts the strong

Life is something that no one can teach you,You have to learn it.

Mere grimness is as easy as grinning; but it requires something to put a handsome face on a story. Narratives become of suspicious merit in proportion as they lean to Newgate-like offenses, particularly of blood...

Fuck.” She hollers cursing the night. Cursing the shadows, cursing the unknown condemned she intends to meet this evening. Tears roll down her cheeks landing on her bullet proof vest.

Don’t get all gothic and emo on me now. – Tory

Il suo sguardo, spento e lucido, si volse semi-febbricitante verso il tavolo. «Ma questa è la regola! Se la deve guadagnare!»La sua mano stavolta ebbe un sussulto, mentre fissava con un accenno di lacrime e...

Do something: be it good or evil, if they ask why you did it, tell them you’re different.

Cadavers and spirits are human refuse, and they are absurdly difficult to dispose of properly. When someone dies, a small gang of specialists is required to remove and inter the body in such a way...

But the things in the batteries couldn’t be spiders. It just wasn’t possible. There had to be another explanation. But of what kind?

Sono sovraccarico di tensione, irritato ed irritabile. Con le persone, con gli oggetti. Il pensiero più disturbante? Che sia stato io stesso ad alimentare qualcosa che forse non c’era. Ora sicuramente quel coltello che mi...

The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination,made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain,danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through...

I was somewhere between angry and turned-on.

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.

Imagination, of course, can open any door – turn the key and let terror walk right in.

The marine underworld stretched below the ship and embodied many secrets. The disappearance of Olga had become one of the mysteries that would remain with Stefania and her family. The disappearance of her baby sister...

Te ríes cuando deberías horrorizarte. Te enamoras de mí cuando más bien tendrías que esquivarme.

Death was a living creature. Death was a man tormented by his past. Death was once a human.

In the end, though, it’s all about giving back the teeth that the current ‘sweetie-vamp’ craze has, by and large, stolen from the bloodsuckers. It’s about making them scary again.

There is a saying that when someone is struck down without warning that he “didn’t know what hit him.” It’s a bit of a copout, providing the excuse that what happened wasn’t the individual’s fault...

Many of my readers are women and some of them email me their thoughts about the stories I’ve written. Almost all of them find a delicious pleasure in being totally frightened by the strange and...

Oh little Poupchette, some may tell you that you are nobody’s child, a child of defilement, a child begotten in fear and horror. Some may tell you that you are a child of abomination conceived...

O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?And shall I couple Hell?

The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language…everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted; the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights...

Always just a brainstorm away from our next disaster…

Infants never learn to soothe themselves to sleep. They learn, abandoned in seclusion, that no matter the volume of their despondence, no matter the force of their tears, when they are alone and frightened, no-one...

Rockwood didn’t have a movie theater or an IHOP or a strip mall. But it did have two churches, a ramshackle bar, and last (but certainly not least) Wacky Willie’s Deluxe Goofy Golf, a barren...

The stars sparkled above the mist shrouded tents and caravans of the carnival. The night crackled with an odd vibration, as if a veil of peculiarity settled over the company.

He was too damn old to run now, too tired of that romantic idea of freedom that infected the heads of the young and later killed most of them with crushing disappointment. The Cassinis had...

It was so close to October that Halloween was knocking at his heart.

Spring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise. Summer in its turn soon begins to sweat for something to quench...

I am a vampire, and that is the truth.

It was one thing to talk about ghosts, quite another to have them messing around with things in the physical world.

He talked about terrible meetings in lonely places, of cyclopean ruins in the heart of the Maine woods beneath which vast staircases led down to abysses of nighted secrets, of complex angles that led through...