One of my favorite classes was horror in theater and psychology.

Inevitably, his vision verged toward the fantastic; he published a scattering of stories – most included in this volume – which appeared to conform to that genre at least to the degree that the fuller...

Eu temia que qualquer mínimo ruído atraísse o pior, conjurasse do próprio breu branco um horror incomensurável.

And she has come to make you free.

Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.

Nightmares are seldom a foreshadowing of real events, but always a showing of real fears.

Now the screams were awful to hear as men burned like candles all along the deck. Black smoke billowed over the sea. Argurios could not believe what he was watching. At least fifty helpless men...

We know—more from the faces immortalized on a handful of photographs than from the words of survivors—that the women and men who experienced that moment in Hiroshima believed they had encountered the beginning of the...

Maybe I’ll really try to kiss her, even if I fall through her like a raindrop.

Lots of people I know have bootlegged tapes of performances and if they play it I will be transported back sometimes with happiness, sometimes with horror.

Nice driving, ya doomed fucks!

In the course of my life I have had pre-pubescent ballerinas; emaciated duchesses, dolorous and forever tired, melomaniac and morphine-sodden; bankers’ wives with eyes hollower than those of suburban streetwalkers; music-hall chorus girls who tip...

The Question is actually the answer

But maybe she should turn the other way while I get dressed. Wouldn’t want to ruin her for other men. – Dean

In an age of rust, she comes up stainless steel

I’ve been thinking that you, me and Kristy should all have a sleepover or something like that. Wouldn‘t that be so cool! – Carol

It was as if the city itself was preparing for some impending catastrophe. There had always been talks of ghost and darkness here, even in his boyhood, and now that darkness seems to be seeping...

It was the kind of scream that would be in a horror movie right before someone got chopped up into little bitty pieces.

Once they’re in…they stay in. And that little bitch invited that evil into herself like a hard dick on prom night.

She stared at Raven in a long second of shocked silence, before sagging to the floor.

Person 1: “Stay back….I have a demon inside of me.”Person 2: “Let me get closer…I have a hell inside me where your demons can live.”(from Dark Winter, #2 – out Halloween 2014)

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...

‘If life is pain, one could say that killing is an act of compassion. I look forward to my own death, you know. But dying is like losing you virginity. You can only do it...

There’s a big difference, I discovered, between wanting to die and not wanting to live. When you want to die, you at least have a goal. When you don’t want to live, you’re really just...

Girl, I remember well,ye, who I flung from Hell,and not a day has passed, I haven’t missedthe loss of your soul that I mourned,I’ve been bereft and forlorn,for the sweet taste of your flesh I’ve...

Since the fall of Man and the return of Magery and our older ways, most disputes were settled in a civilized manner: sword to the face, mace to the neck, acceptable societal situational handlers

And I’ve learned to hit the brakes at these kinds of stop signs rather than t-boning a tanker truck filled with 200 proof mediocrity.

Outside the window, there slides past that unimaginable and deserted vastness where night is coming on, the sun declining in ghastly blood-streaked splendour like a public execution across, it would seem, half a continent, where...

Here is a list of terrible things,The jaws of sharks, a vultures wingsThe rabid bite of the dogs of war,The voice of one who went before,But most of all the mirror’s gaze,Which counts us out...

It was obvious from their expressions that they believed the wellbeing of R.’s inhabitants was endangered by my youth. The visit was very enjoyable, but the horror of the previous night still clung to me.

There’s so many kids,” he said low enough so only Jessica could hear. “We’re going to walk right into them in two more steps.”If it gave Jessica pause, he didn’t sense it. Instead she seemed...

I’ll tell you something of the forbidden horrors she led me into – something of the age-old horrors that even now are festering in out-of-the-way corners with a few monstrous priests to keep them alive....

A monster crosses over into the everyday world. The mortals struggle and show great courage, but it’s no use. The monster kills first the guilty, then the innocent, until finally only one remains. The Last...

The horror had begun.

The thing, whatever it was – and no one was ever sure afterwards whether it was a dream or a fit or what – happened at that peculiar hour before dawn when human vitality is...

…to return to their ‘native soil,’ as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and...

I hate this night. I hate that it makes me a person so truly removed from the real me; this man who sits in silence in his parlor – purposely quarantined from his family –...

My parents had torn through my innocence and left me with a tar-like substance that was corrupting what was left of me. I could feel it at night; slithering and curling around my soul as...

Horror itself is a bit of a bullied genre, the antagonist being literary snobbery and public misconception. And I think good horror tackles our darkest fears, whatever they may be. It takes us into the...