If I did not believe in life, if I were to lose faith in the woman I love, if I were to lose faith in the order of things, even if I were to become...

Soon, we’ll be together forever.” Everything faded to black once more, and the woman stopped breathing. All was silent and still.

See you later.”2. Step outside.3. Close the door.I don’t want to, really. I want to go back inside and believe Gordon’s words,like a child believing in a fairy tale, and I want to escape this...

Many veterans feel guilty because they lived while others died. Some feel ashamed because they didn’t bring all their men home and wonder what they could have done differently to save them. When they get...

No one will ever write a horror novel as scary as reading about my symptoms on WebMD.

I don’t remember ever signing up for weird. It just sort of happened.

One day that’s going to fall on us and spear you through the heart,” he said. I turned to kiss him on the shoulder and closed my eyes.

I turn away and stare through the window at the field where the scotch broom creeps yellow as hell toward my doorstep. Six years and it has advanced from the hinterlands to the picket fence...

I went outside and discovered that nighttime is for lovers.

I don’t have expensive tastes – just bloody ones.– Vampire Dragul Mangorian

Some girls are sweeter… Others have a tinge of bitterness… It is as if I can smell their souls. Their experiences and relationships are painted in warm, sour crimson.

It is dark. You cannot see. Only the hint of stars out the broken window. And a voice as old as the Snake from the Garden whispers, ‘I will hold your hand.

We’re all hunters in my family, you know. Deer, ducks…damsels.

So exquisitely perfect was the darkness of the heavens above that one would have difficulty believing it was a prison to the passengers and crew of The Black Witch.

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

My doppelganger wraps the ear in a handkerchief and shoves it into his pocket as he leaves the train with a nod of his head in my direction.”William Wilson in the short story ‘Metro’ by...

It’s safe to say that ‘Horror,’ as a fictional genre, has claim to it’s own canon. There is a definite history that can be traced back to the origins of human language, both orally and...

Hexen stehen immer zwischen Birken

My name is Patricia Lauren Bordeaux, and I, like my creator before me, am a very lonely vampire.

They were still all beautiful and there was still enchantment and wonder, but she had crossed a line and now the fairy tale was green with corruption and evil.

The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years–if it ever did end–began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter...

Exercise care with what it is you do when you hold my heart in your hands. For it is my love that makes you special. When it is gone, you shall soon know it and...

Hello Clarice…

Even then I found the word fitting, soothing.Fireflies.Fire flies.Fire, fly.

Quinn seemed to have become one of a jaded philosophical society, a group of arcane deviates. Their raison d’etre was a kind of mystical masochism, forcing initiates toward feats of occult daredevilry – “glimpsing the...

This is the truth about The Killer, ain’t it baby? You’re just a big ol’ bag of screams under all that big, bad muscle, ain’t you?

We both wondered whether these contradictions that one can’t avoid if one begins to think of time and space may not really be proofs that the whole of life is a dream, and the moon...

All she could see was her demise and it called out a tempting ruse, offering a suffering less potent than what sickened the living.

He who writes is the martyr, seen through the eyes of the unsuspecting doll.

And I’m thinking about the old man. He’ll be pounding on the glass right about now… or maybe not now. Maybe in a while. But he’ll be pounding and… will there be blood? I like...

One does not simply tell an archangel they have devoted their life to a folly.

Horror by definition is the emotion of pure revulsion. Terror of the same standard, is that of fearful anticipation.

People says it gets easier. People are stupid.”-Vlad

When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams.

Fantastic literature has been especially prominent in times of unrest, when the older values have been overthrown to make way for the new; it has often accompanied or predicted change, and served to shake up...

The Doctrine is the Ecstasy

A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.

Hell, he now understood, went beyond simple torture. Hell inflicted agony with intermittent reprieves to maintain the hope of peace. Hell was not endless dark, but rare rays of sunlight to keep one’s eyes longing...

This is what my high school life had become—a horror show of epic, mind-fuck proportions.

Whatever is fitted in any sort to excite the ideas of pain, and danger, that is to say, whatever is in any sort terrible, or is conversant about terrible objects, or operates in a manner...

Our house was an old Tudor mansion. My father was very particular in keeping the smallest peculiarities of his home unaltered. Thus the many peaks and gables, the numerous turrets, and the mullioned windows with...

Change the world so that nothing else is changed.

I really, really need some help and advice. I’m scared… I’m scared of my own home, of my own daughter!

But I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head, like a face that I hold inside, face that awakes when I close my eyes, face that...

I’m the sexiest of them all! – Carol

Come in.” The kid turned and walked toward the house. “I’ll help you if I can.” He paused, his brown eyes turned toward Stacy who now stood open-mouthed. “But you’ll have to do something for...

Concert pianists get to be quite chummy with dead composers. They can’t help it. Classical music isn’t just music. It’s a personal diary. An uncensored confession in the dead of night. A baring of the...

With horror he perceived that, by uniting himself as he had with the dead, he had cut himself off from the living. Stripped of all earthly hope, bereft of every consolation, he was rendered as...

I’m psychologically equipped for this.

Lee leaned closer to her and swore he could smell fear coming off her in waves, the way a shark smells blood in the water