Gut ist der Schlaf, der Tod ist besser

The one test of the really weird (story) is simply this–whether or not there be excited in the reader a profound sense of dread, and of contact with unknown spheres and powers; a subtle attitude...

To the non-combatants and those on the periphery of action, the war meant only boredom or occasional excitement, but to those who entered the meat grinder itself the war was a netherworld of horror from...

…My hands shook, and I stared at them. Another loss of control. That was the second time this month. Sooner or later, I’d break, if the department didn’t put me down first.

Perversity is the human thirst for self-torture.

The first horror is there’s horror. The second is you accommodate it.

I like stories about supervillains. They teach children that you can accomplish great things even when the whole world is against you.

But the recurrent ambiguity of the American tale of the supernatural reveals both a fascination with the possibility of numinous experience and a perplexity about whether there was, in fact, anything numinous to be experienced....

Henry,’ at last said one, again dipping the spoon into the flaming spirit, ‘hast thou read Hoffman?”I should think so,’ said Henry.’What think you of him?”Why, that he writes admirably; and, moreover, what is more...

I said, ‘If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn’t we meet them a long time ago?

I sleep with the lights on now. Not because I’m afraid of the dark, but because I like to keep the night as far away as I can.

I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone; their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.

Unfathomable to mere mortals is the lore of fiends.

I once made a solemn vow that I could not keep… I am from this world. Even with all its failures and suffering it is still worthy of my best efforts… and wishing it was...

Calling a book “Young Adult” is just a fancy way of saying the book is censored. People used to say they like to read books about romance, true crime, comedy, horror or science fiction. But...

This vacillation between assertion and denial in discussions about organised abuse can be understood as functional, in that it serves to contain the traumatic kernel at the heart of allegations of organised abuse. In his...

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.

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.