Through the ages, countless spiritual disciplines have urged us to look within ourselves and seek the truth. Part of that truth resides in a small, dark room — one we are afraid to enter

Neely McIntire,” I said, clamping a sweaty hand behind her neck. “Friendship be damned!”Hayden yanked me forward. I had time to make a very girly sound before his lips began to move furiously over mine....

Bodies lay in the sun. Bodies stood in the sun.

Allegations of multi-perpetrator and multi-victim sexual abuse emerged to public awareness in the early 1980s contemporaneously with the denials of the accused and their supporters. Multi-perpetrator sexual offences are typically more sadistic than solo offences...

He realised he was in a chair. The world was white and blurry in half his vision, and it took him a few moments to realise a sheet of paper was stuck to his face.

More accurately, on the bed and on the table lay various pieces of what had once been a body.Holmes was leaning with his back against the wall, his countenance deathly white. “The door was open,”...

…That insurgent horror was knit to him closer than a wife, closer than an eye lay caged in his flesh, where he heard it mutter and felt it struggle to be born; and at every...

I wanted to explore this idea that the bogey man in the closet is scary, but being a mother is scarier.

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

Thomas Randall and Christopher Golden not only are inventive writers but write in a sense to grab your attention cover to cover! I absolutely advise you to read,”The Waking” series. You’ll love it if you...

His voice was oily and slick as it poured from his mouth like liquid acid, threatening to hook onto the woman’s hair like a fishing hook and drag her back to death.

I have a horror of not rising above mediocrity.

Read. Read. Read. Just don’t read one type of book. Read different books by various authors so that you develop different style.

I am your number one fan.

I can see your dirtypillows.

He breathed in hard. The stench of blood filled his lungs. Only now, for the first time, could he truly appreciate it.

God’s creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.

Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar.

That’s for me!” I already had a grim view of existence, so there was no problem there. I was and am agoraphobic, so being reclusive was a snap. The only challenge was whether or not...

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 truth of the matter is 200 points is orderly. I think 900 is going to be a horror show. I don’t want to be in that day.

You could say that they were sweet, or you could say that they were something out of a horror movie.

Eu só sonho horrores hilários.

I have a new nickname for Dottie. She’s now the Crazy Whisperer.

Bunch together a group of people deliberately chosen for strong religious feelings, and you have a practical guarantee of dark morbidities expressed in crime, perversion, and insanity.

There was one moment of intersection, when the topic of hate-watching came up. “Why do you watch TV shows–and keep watching them–if you don’t like them?” Terrence asked.Simple: Some days, all you have is gazing...

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...