Jo’s whimper rose slightly but the scream she yearned for wouldn’t materialise. Instead, as she looked at her hand, she began to make a gurgling, gagging noise, more animal than human.

The best horror novels open up, “It was beautiful summer day and the smell of flowers emanated throughout the air.

I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us and the house still stood.

He roused from a joyous dream of feasting, of drinking blood and sucking warm marrow from the bone. His sons and daughters swarmed like ants upon the surface of the Earth, ripe in their terror,...

Can you imagine life without the horror genre? There would be no monsters. Only a**holes.

It was not a noisy wind but the kind that suggests something very big and thin fresh from the horror of Infinite Space.

I don’t know where we are, but we’ll soon find our way home!” Le avventure di Pinocchio

You may live to see man-made horrors beyond your comprehension.

If I catch you, I might do anything. I might strip the skin from your bones as I drain you dry. Or I might drag you into my chambers and have you pleasure me in...

The sight of her made him understand why he’d lost his faith in God.

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.

This is Denmark. We are Danes. We keep our distance. We do not pick a seat close to strangers if other seats are available. We do not talk to strangers in the trains.”William Wilson in...

Every small town has at least one house the children whisper about; the type of house that has always been abandoned; where the once pristine white paint has faded to a grimy gray; where the...

Those who did better were those who didn’t wait idly for help to arrive. In the end, with systems crashing and failing, what mattered most and had the greatest immediate effects were the actions and...

I suppose the best way to tell the story is simply to narrate it, without an effort to carry belief. The thing did not require belief. It was not a feeling of horror in one’s...

Alone. Yes, that’s the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn’t hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.

I think a great many people would enjoy doing what I did, and that is why they enjoy books and movies (and even TV shows these days) that feature Torture and Dismemberment, etc., etc., etc.

Those in their snug Bed-chambers may call the Fears of Night meer Bugbears, but their Minds have not pierced into the Horror of the World which others, who are adrift upon it, know.

I’m giving serious thought into eating yor wife” – Hannibal Lecter

Is it necessary that Heaven should borrow its light from the glare of Hell?Infinite punishment is infinite cruelty, endless injustice, immortal meanness. To worship an eternal gaoler hardens, debases, and pollutes even the vilest soul....

A word can change a mind, a sentence can change a life and a book can change the world.

The only constant in this reality is change…

There are sacraments of evil as well as of good about us, and we live and move to my belief in an unknown world, a place where there are caves and shadows and dwellers in...

If you were to tell the thing down at the bottom of that pit it had napped through forty-two presidential inaugurations, eight British coronations, sixteen popes and three number ones by the Danish pop group,...

Gregory writes of Armageddon as if the Devil is getting off on using him literally to write that iniquitous beast into existence, into the flesh. I believe both Gregory and Jamie Stillingsworth are being used...

There were fat cats and skinny cats. The long-tailed and the bobbed. The daring young leapers, and the old windowsill sleepers. Balls of waddling fluff, smooth-coated prowlers, and hairless ones that looked fragile and wise....

Concerted voices of heartfelt petitions in Arabic all pleading for divine intervention are abruptly silenced as the drone ensures fatalities by injecting a final stab in each of their skulls.

O horror galgou meus membros dos inferiores aos superiores garfando nervo a nervo e um calafrio percorreu a minha espinha me desossando e vim ao chão em pleno desmanche.

this is the best year ever because i am reading the chronicles of vladimir tod

A certain atmosphere of breathless and unexplainable dread of outer, unknown forces must be present; and there must be a hint, expressed with a seriousness and portentousness becoming its subject, of that most terrible conception...

Many of the best fantastic stories begin in a leisurely way, set in commonplace surroundings, with exact, meticulous descriptions of an ordinary background, much as in a ‘realistic’ tale. Then a gradual – or it...

At the Beginning there was Incomplete information,then belief and then an abstract idea but if you reach Pure reasoning then you start to understand the dualities of life itself.The sunset,the sunrise;A star from approximately 93...

To conceive the horror of my sensations is, I presume, utterly impossible; yet a curiosity to penetrate the mysteries of these awful regions predominates even over my despair, and will reconcile me to the most...

If you focus on the humanity of your stories, your characters, then the horror will be stronger, scarier. Without the humanity, the horror becomes nothing more than a tawdry parlor trick. All flash and no...

So Mary gasped in disbelief as she heard the squeaking noise again, and the grandmother’s rocking chair was not moving at all. Then the grandmother opened her eyes and looked directly at her, holding her...

His eyes burned with intensity. I wondered briefly if someonehe knew was being held in that cold room that smelled like death. Someone he loved?

No wonder that the ghost and goblin stories had a new zest. No wonder that the blood of the more timid grew chill and curdled, that their flesh crept, and their hearts beat irregularly, and...

Let them Teach,Let them learn,let them pray,for the world is theirs.

Because he wants her.

The king who stepped into the ballroom wearing a green velvet robe and bejeweled crown was none other that the tiger-man who’d prowled through my nightmares and nearly every waking moment for the past two...

Thanks, but no thanks. I need my makeup honey. – Carol

Death’s gruesome face taunts:soulless eyes, crimson grimace.I really hate clowns.

There was something about her playing… a knowledge of darkness in the most extreme form.

prevented the matrona from spotting the engorged cock that I would occasionally press against the bedridden patient”.

Something was wrong with the devices themselves. Digging deep into the internal structure of the circuit boards with powerful microscopes, Simon’s team had discovered broken and incorrect connections, electronic dead-ends, short circuits, and nonsensical pathways.

There. We can be friends now.””Someone like you could never be my friend.””Why ever not?””Because I’m a nice person, and you’re a sick, twisted bitch.

My Heart’s still beating for you—Very Dark and Always.

I’m a man of few words, most of them end in off!

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

Life’s a bitch and then you keep on fucking living.