I could hear the chaotic laughter trailing behind me. It turned the ageless trees into a menace. They loomed around me, while hiding him. The branches tore at my skin in an effort to bind...

The same sensations that you get in heavy metal are in horror movies. Heavy metal sounds evil and horror movies are evil, ha ha!

Girls are caterpillars while they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don’t you see – each with their peculiar propensities,...

Sherman Reilly Duffy of the pre-World War I CHICAGO DAILY JOURNAL once told a cub reporter, ‘Socially, a journalist fits in somewhere between a whore and a bartender. But spiritually he stands beside Galileo. He...

That her niece should find such profound pleasure in the company of a thirteen-year-old black girl–and, more to the point, always within the precincts of Elinor’s house–was a slap in Mary-Love’s face. She decided, without...

I can’t imagine you give apologies, Ten had said before, and she’d been right, but Liraz thought that she would now, She would apologize for Savvath. If her voice was her own. If it wasn’t...

When Lisa awoke she was back in the cell on the floor covered in her own blood, dirt, and urine. And that was only day 1.

My father had a healthy disregard for social conventions: he once let me paint the house windows in rainbows with my watercolor set, to my mother’s horror, and he’d clap for trees that he thought...

Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you’ll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You’ll...

This was to be my last trip. Sailing great distances was dangerous, and not very profitable in today’s world. I walked down the worn wooden step to the captain’s cabin, the creaking of the ship...

Ask yourself what a man without guile might do to your body in the dark.

Han reste sig, lämnade toaletten. Lät blodfläcken på golvet vara. Låt någon se den, låt någon undra. Tro att någon blivit dödad här, eftersom någon hade blivit dödad här. För hundrade gången i ordningen.

The sound of him drinking was indescribable—like dirty runoff down a storm drain.

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

They walked until the light died in the sky. Until it was dark, and Donald started to hear the whispers. They pleaded out to him in languages he couldn’t understand. Except when they were in...

The arms, legs, and torso with head were dragged away in sections as the children were captivated by the drama, zealously chewing their candies with sticky teeth.

Horror is the removal of masks.

if you’re a teenaged babysitter caring for a mute toddler in a remote Maine cabin during a once-in-a-century blizzard while and escaped killers (bearing a strange resemblance to the handicapped boy you and your friends...

If you drive the turnpikes and main-traveled highways of America you may have seen them… How many times have you found yourself waiting behind a lumbering RV eating exhaust and waiting impatiently for your chance...

He who fears being watched from the abysswill be unable to look into it himself.The truth can only be obtained by pressing forward.

He slammed the door and ran blindly down the corridor, grabbing at handles. What exactly had he seen? They had been eating with their bare hands, but somehow the only thought he could hold on...

Sparks are warm while they last.

It should be particularly stressed that the fantastic makes no sense in an out-and-out strange world. To imagine the fantastic in it is even impossible. In a world full of marvels the extraordinary loses its...

When it’s my time, and the reaper calls my name, there will be no stink of fear on me, and my only wish will be to die with grace, covered in the blood of my...

The rumor claims that the shambler virus is now airborne. It can be contracted without getting bitten now.” – character quote

You’ll be pretty again, I promise.

No matter how dire a situation may be, I can always find the humor in it somewhere. If I was ever in a horror movie I would be the goofy one who doesn’t seem to...

He knew his vampire ‘sisters’ would drain the girls until they were nearly dead, then feed them some of their own blood. That’s when the turning would start – as vampire and human blood mixed...

It strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.

Do you know how to hide a dead body?

Gut ist der Schlaf, der Tod ist besser

The one test of the really weird (story) is simply this–whether or not there be excited in the reader a profound sense of dread, and of contact with unknown spheres and powers; a subtle attitude...

To the non-combatants and those on the periphery of action, the war meant only boredom or occasional excitement, but to those who entered the meat grinder itself the war was a netherworld of horror from...

…My hands shook, and I stared at them. Another loss of control. That was the second time this month. Sooner or later, I’d break, if the department didn’t put me down first.

Perversity is the human thirst for self-torture.

The first horror is there’s horror. The second is you accommodate it.

I like stories about supervillains. They teach children that you can accomplish great things even when the whole world is against you.

But the recurrent ambiguity of the American tale of the supernatural reveals both a fascination with the possibility of numinous experience and a perplexity about whether there was, in fact, anything numinous to be experienced....

Henry,’ at last said one, again dipping the spoon into the flaming spirit, ‘hast thou read Hoffman?”I should think so,’ said Henry.’What think you of him?”Why, that he writes admirably; and, moreover, what is more...

I said, ‘If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn’t we meet them a long time ago?

I sleep with the lights on now. Not because I’m afraid of the dark, but because I like to keep the night as far away as I can.

I notice young girls picking flowers off her gravestone; their clean hearts are soapstone. Their small sorrows are for children alone. And all of their stories will never be told.

Unfathomable to mere mortals is the lore of fiends.

I once made a solemn vow that I could not keep… I am from this world. Even with all its failures and suffering it is still worthy of my best efforts… and wishing it was...

Calling a book “Young Adult” is just a fancy way of saying the book is censored. People used to say they like to read books about romance, true crime, comedy, horror or science fiction. But...

This vacillation between assertion and denial in discussions about organised abuse can be understood as functional, in that it serves to contain the traumatic kernel at the heart of allegations of organised abuse. In his...

For a moment, Simon’s sympathetic nervous system forgot he was arachnophobic. The sight of those spindly legs rising, like an ink drawing popping out of paper into three-dimensional space, should have caused a surge of...

It was like some mad scientist threw a bunch of DNA into a blender and this is what came out. What the heck could it be? Was it some kind of alien? A scientific experiment...

Read my book and you shall know thee

He got up and ran on, pitching himself down the hill, flying through the branches of the firs, leaping roots and rocks without seeing them. As he went, the hill got steeper and steeper, until...