It’s poor judgment’, said Grandpa ‘to call anything by a name. We don’t know what a hobgoblin or a vampire or a troll is. Could be lots of things. You can’t heave them into categories...

This is the thing that troubles me, for I cannot forget Carcosa where black stars hang in the heavens; where the shadows of men’s thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, when the twin suns sink into...

It was at the outskirts of the world that the Old Things accumulated, like driftwood round the edges of the sea. (“The Troll”)

Give me just enough information so that I can lie convincingly.

There is no life here but the slow death of days, and so when the evil falls on the town, its coming seems almost preordained, sweet and morphic. It is almost as though the town...

Right now I can’t even control my own imagination as it grips my hair and drags me into the dark

Come now, I was not about to let that thing eat you.

Oh dear…then they must already be on the march! We have to hurry and get to the Hamblings…before nightfall!’ – Phillip Celeste from Curse of Ancient Shadows

You’re going to die, you know.” However much we try to ignore it, our consciousness haunts us with this knowledge. Our heads were baptized in the font of death; they are doused with the horror...

Smile.

I thought it was foolish mumbo jumbo when I was alive – then I woke up dead.

.” I watched her sip at the drink some more. She was strong, healthy, but also petite enough that I was certain I could overpower her. I’d made the right decision not to tranquilize her,...

Brunch is such an odd thing. It was created by fat, lazy people who were too lazy to wake up at a reasonable hour and too fat to wait until the next proper time for...

And now the bad Mommy was here – outside his window. With a little whimper, he ran back to the bed, jumped in, and pulled the covers over his head.Good Mommy was gone now…and bad...

I’m going to leave your ass out here in the dark with no way to get home. And one of your legs is missing.

The dead have highways.” Clive Barker

There are those who don’t understand the nobility of horror fiction. ‘Isn’t there enough horror in the world?’ they ask. For all other forms of literature, the value of human life is optional. For horror...

Does it have a bed?” Liz asked doing her best to prop him up.”A couple of old army cots that probably have more mildew than a politician has bullshit.

A number of years ago, when I was a freshly-appointed instructor, I met, for the first time, a certain eminent historian of science. At the time I could only regard him with tolerant condescension.I was...

I am inundated with feeling. I feel like a pinball machine on tilt. All the buzzers are ringing, lights are flashing, and I am about to fry my circuits. Nothing is coming in,and nothing is...

Who knew death could lead to an eating disorder?

It had all begun on the elevated. There was a particular little sea of roots he had grown into the habit of glancing at just as the packed car carrying him homeward lurched around a...

I take up my own pen again – the pen of all my old unforgettable efforts and sacred struggles. To myself – today – I need say no more. Large and full and high the...

When I am perfect, I will be allowed to leave.

His body walks out onto the darkened stage , and a roar goes up from the crowd. He stands in front of the mic, and he can feel his face twist in a sneer-the Elvis...

Only a few can survive and face reality without a vice.

It’s not the books by Stephen King that I read,I need protection from the things in my head . . .

Pity…

The diamonds glinted under the glare of the chandelier and they looked like a thousand spider eyes

Curtis Bane screamed and though I came around fast and fired in the same motion, he’d already pulled a heater and begun pumping metal at me. We both missed and I was empty, that drum...

Damas y caballeros. Me temo que lo que voy a decir arruinará su apetito, pero la verdad es siempre bella, y debo declarar que: ¡las empanadas de la Sra. Lovett están hechas nada menos que...

God isn’t here. God doesn’t even know about this place

Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells ’em off for a coupla stones.

There will never be slaves in Britain,’ Godalming continued, ‘but those who stay warm will naturally serve us, as the excellent Bessie has just served me. Have a care, lest you wind up the equivalent...

I’ve never wanted a heart as much as I want yours.

Human beings across every culture I know about require such stories, stories with cool winds and wood smoke. They speak to something deep within us, the capacity to conceptualize, objectify and find patterns, thereby to...

Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse.

A horror writer is one who is not only willing to look into the darkest of shadows…but to reach into them too.

What if all religions were stories, and all stories were true.

Sometimes the hardest journeys are the ones that begin with little hope. But we need to take them anyway.

I have seen many cases like N. during the five years I’ve been in practice. I sometimes picture these unfortunates as men and women being pecked to death by predatory birds. The birds are invisible...

stop now before i kill youa word to the wise from your friendPENNYWISE

I’m sure that they’ll be able to realize how wrong it all is… even though the idiots outnumber most people these days, there are still enough intelligent people to fight against it.

A grey-suited figure with badly-scuffed shoes was squatted over a woman’s body, obscuring her face and upper torso. A loose, white dress; torn, now mostly red. A pattern of rose petals, drenched in blood. One...

No, not horror. Enlightenment.

There are things so horrible that even the dark is afraid of them. Most people don’t know this and this is just as well because the world could not really operate if everyone stayed in...

Noc knew that his girlfriend was better as he got to the door of Kay’s living room. This he could tell by the sound of her screaming at Turney for some infraction on the Son...

The divine is always abominable.”Houses Under The Sea

He wanted to roar like a lion on a cement floor. And bellow like a polar bear with yellow fur worn down to pink skin against the tiles of an enclosure in a zoo. The...

Well did you call the hypothetical hardware store and buy a theoretical chainsaw?– Pam to Jessica, True Blood