Blood is really warm,it’s like drinking hot chocolatebut with more screaming.

Blood began to flow, at first cautiously, as if embarrassed by its appearance; a few thin red lines exploring the gravitational trajectory of its new terrain. Now it flowed faster, steadily staining her pale flesh...

We ask only to be reassuredAbout the noises in the cellarAnd the window that should not have been open

It ain’t the blows we’re dealt that matter, but the ones we survive.

We’d stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You’d think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn’t.

When they were silent for a moment the quiet weight of the house pressed down from all around them.

Yeah, there has to be a few screws loose when a girl asks you to drop everything to spend a three-day weekend on very short notice, and you say okey dokey without a care in...

For a moment or two before the spell took effect, he was aware of all the sounds around him: rain splashing on metal and leather, and running down canvas; horses shuffling and snorting; Englishmen singing...

Everyone knows a Wixen when we smell one. You smell the prettiest, a mixture of strawberries, sex and deceit. Dior should bottle it.

I feel a blood moon rising” Neesa

Self-confidence is usually little more than wishful thinking in a thigh-high pair of Come F*ck Me boots.

This is why it is important never to pick or smell flowers, and to always wear headgear when admiring them.

She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth tighter against her lips. She wanted to possess and devour him.

But if what interests you are stories of the fantastic, I must warn you that this kind of story demands more art and judgment than is ordinarily imagined.

Kaufman almost smiled at the perfection of its horror. He felt an offer of insanity tickling the base of his skull, tempting him into oblivion, promising a blank indifference to the world.

She wasn’t religious. She didn’t believe in heaven or hell, only in ghosts, Ouija boards, tables which rapped and little inept voices speaking plaintively of flowers

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas...

Would to Heaven we had never approached them at all, but had run back at top speed out of that blasphemous tunnel with the greasily smooth floors and the degenerate murals aping and mocking the...

Hello, Kanta. They’re saying interesting things about you on the news,” she said. “I wondered if you’d survived.””He didn’t,” I said. “I killed him.”Silence.”I killed Mkhai, too,” I said. “Tens of thousands of years, gone...

As McMasters raised the shotgun, the man removed his glasses. There were fields of stars where his eyes should have been. But they weren’t reflections of the night sky. These stars were a glimpse of...

The result is … that there’s no room left in the world for the weird – though plenty for crude, contemptuous, wisecracking, fun-poking imitations of it.

In one picture, the pool was half hidden by a fringe of mace- weeds, and the dead willow was leaning across it at a prone, despondent angle, as if mysteriously arrested in its fall towards...

They’ve made her something else now.

The tales of pure terror, of course, are completely naturalistic in their content, and must stand or fall by their merit alone. But what about the supernatural stories? Can we, the children of a scientific...

Black vomit came gushing out Samantha’s mouth, adding to the puddle already on the floor. Samantha was covered in a sheen of sweat, crouched on all fours on the wooden hallway floor, like an animal....

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.

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Oh, I love you, June, I really do. It’s just that you sounded so…twat-ish just then.

Best-selling horror fiction is indeed necessarily conservative because it must entertain a large number of readers. It’s like network television. I’m your local cable access station.

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...