Monsters are beasts that cannot be tamed.

Io ero già tutto preso dalla porta e dalla brutta sensazione che mi aveva creato fin dal principio. Era una porta ad arco di fattura toscana, laccata di bianco, elegante e del tutto in sintonia...

WANNA YOU WANNA WEENIE ME?” The end kind of trailed off in a shrill, choking warble.

Dreading dusk, fearing night, praying for dawn.

I am a big scaredy-cat; horror films terrify me.

Science, the agent that once promised to eradicate the supernatural, had, through the nuclear threat, resurrected it. Magic was not exactly alive, but it was surely undead.

Even though we all know something,There is a lot more to it.

We did a Tarotcard reading. She told me different things, most of them depressing andworth forgetting. But what I’ll always remember is her prediction of mydeath, and how I’d become a kind of ghost, ‘wandering’...

The dead are the past and we cannot escape the past. Without the past there will be no future.

I went for the door and opened it, not wanting to see how much this corpse was willing to destroy to get into my bedroom. His body probably would’ve crumbled to pieces before he got...

It was a soulless gaze, burning with a wild hatred that shouldn’t be there in anyone who could call themselves a parent.

Observando a mi alrededor y escuchando a mis vecinos jamás pude oír hablar de un ser semejante a mí. ,Era, por lo tanto, un monstruo, una criatura de la que todos se alejarían con repugnancia...

She stared at her face in the mirror, feeling everything around her slipping away. The face stared back, and she wondered who was looking at her.

He reached the ground floor and flung the door open, fleeing into the street. He glanced back and saw that she wasn’t following, so he slowed to a halt. His pulse raced. The entranceway was...

A kiss is such an amazing thing — So simple, so complex. The only human act that gives while it receives. Mouth to mouth, it almost seems the eating of one another. Maybe that’s all...

Stare at him,” said Ghost. “They won’t bite you if you keep staring at them.”Steve backed away. “They bite?”Not really. They hiss at you, mostly. The only time geese are ever dangerous is when you...

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –

Thank you! Most people don’t notice me!”I turned back to her and smiled, our eyes locked. Her glasses were thick, and they magnified her eyes several times. It was strange looking at them, but I...

Rena: Come on. Who was that man?Keiichi: I-I don’t know him!Rena: Liar. What were you talking about?Keiichi: S-S-Something that doesn’t have anything to do with you!Rena: Oh…Ah-ha-ha. Oh. So it has nothing to do with...

The Element of Surprise is their in every day,It’s when you wake up.

You have the right to remain silent,’ the big cop said in his robot’s voice. ‘If you do not choose to remain silent, anything you say may be used against you in a court of...

You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don’t have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn’t mean they apply to you.

…Don’t be surprised, and I say it darkly, do not be surprised if you lose your Luke in this cause; perhaps Mrs. Dudley has not yet had her own mid morning snack, and she is...

Bruises and dried blood covered her face, giving the illusion of chicken pox.

Despite their displays of bravado, young boys can be peculiarly susceptible to atmosphere(“Between Four Yews”)

What do you want?”She doesn’t answer him, staring cold and blank through those stark white bars, and then she was scrambling toward him across the floor, making him press flat against the wall to get...

For he felt about the whole affair the touch somewhere of a great Outer Horror – and his scattered powers had not as yet had time to collect themselves into a definite attitude of fighting...

Sometimes good people do bad things.

If that other fellow doesn’t know his happiness, well, he’d better look for it soon, or he’ll have to deal with me.

The crow cawed again overhead, and a strong sea wind came in and burst through the trees, making the green pine needles shake themselves all over the place. That sound always gave me goose bumps,...

The rivers had been drained overnight and what was left were things no person should have to image let alone see. She had been smart enough to stay away. But, other humans— were curious. They...

Dorothea: “What the fuck are you?”Nix: “A man who wanted to be a God…then changed his mind.

Insects crawled across my skin, legs skittering across my flesh, numbed paths of cold left in their wake. They were the creatures that heralded my ghosts, and I knew them well, yet the revulsion they...

Yeah, I get it. I’ll be cool as a well digger’s ass.”He jumped when the front door slammed shut, the harsh bang echoing around the trees.Mitch shook his head. “That well digger must be working...

When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live.

His meat was going to be very fulfilling.

I Hear the sledges with the bells – Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All...

Shit rolls downhill. Bureaucracy rolls faster.

You want me to wear a condom?!

Horror. I can’t manage it. I become–well–horrified. Self-help books have a similar effect. When asked, “Any literary genre you simply can’t be bothered with?” – (By the Book: Writers on Literature and the Literary Life...

This is indeed one of the true tragedies of lycanthropy, that the subject of such evil pacts and nefarious deeds is ignorant of his place in the plot that besieges this humble hamlet.”– Aleister Creed,...

Even the most impassioned devotee of the ghost story would admit that the taste for it is slightly abnormal, a survival, perhaps, from adolescence, a disease of deficiency suffered by those whose lives and imaginations...

The dead are jealous, jealous, jealous and they will do anything to keep you from the living, the lucky living. They will argue with you, and distract you, and if that doesn’t work, they will...

We may think of ourselves as static anti-heroes, but in reality we’re dynamic protagonists just waiting for our courage to kick in.

I cried for all of those things that should have just been for us…

Il sorriso di Helen mi tranquillizzò; in fondo era una delle persone che amava leggere per prima i miei lavori. Intinsi la punta nell’inchiostro e scrissi le prime parole: Il cuore rivelatore.

Books like Twilight are not art. They are mass-produced crap that is meant to be consumed by the widest possible audience, for the largest possible profit.

It was Stevenson, I think, who most notably that there are some places that simply demand a story should be told of them. …After all, perhaps Stevenson had only half of the matter. It is...