I have no powers of my own. I’m a dud.

Allow the power to flow through you. Don’t try to capture it. You wish only to borrow it.

In any event, whether a supernatural tale remains altogether fantastic or eventually modulates to the uncanny or the marvelous, the reader is faced with disconcerting ontological and perceptual problems.Indeed, the disorienting effect of the supernatural...

The heart’s the trouble. It knows the monster but remembers the love.

You will die like a dog for no good reason.

Walk with this tomorrow night. If nothing happens, thendon’t come back. Forget about us, this place, but if you feel theNightwalker in you awaken, then return to where you belong.Return to me, and the streets...

Hey, Tracy you army brat, I think it’s for you!

You Can’t Replace A Star with A Lightbulb

Do you know why the lotus is one of my favorite flowers?” I cocked my head to one side so I could see his expression.He shook his head.”This beautiful flower lives in the most vile,...

First, I’m a writer; I look at things from a different point of view. The untrained eye is the eye that sees what’s been missed.Devon, from The Dragon’s Breath by Jenna Lindsey

Chapter 4,‘Organised abuse and the pleasures of disbelief’, uses Zizek’s (1991) insights into cite political role of enjoyment to analyse the hyperbole and scorn that has characterised the sceptical account of organised and ritualistic abuse....

Fear is quite the anaesthetic

In a way, Darius brings the vampire back to a more classical interpretation. A modern day Dracula who is charming, sensual, and completely monstrous. There is no pretense of humanity with him. He considers himself...

Cora didn’t know a whole lot about wendigo, but there were ways in which they were just like people: they wanted above everything to live through the night(“Stay”)

Carroll was eleven years old when he saw The Haunting in The Oregon Theater. He had gone with his cousins, but when the lights went down, his companions were swallowed by the dark and Carroll...

At this point, a few words on this term ‘horror’ are perhaps called for. Some amateurs of this kind of literature engage in endless hairsplitting disputes, centered around this word and its close companion ‘terror’,...

It’s why I get miffed at all the dashing around in recent zombie films. It completely misses the point; transforms the threat to a straightforward physical danger from the zombies themselves, rather than our own...

With heightened senses it remained motionless and looked through bulbous eyes. It could taste fear in the air. Pheromones. Sweat. Food was near, but more importantly, so was its new home.

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With no one to confide in, she’d held the argument inside her own head and naturally found a way to dissolve facts into concepts and concepts into explanations that in the end explained nothing at...

Imagine all human beings swept off the face of the earth, excepting one man. Imagine this man in some vast city, New York or London. Imagine him on the third or fourth day of his...

There’s an idea that hell is other people. My idea is that it might be repetition.

Bodies lay strewn all around. Turkish and Wallachian warriors caught in the intimate indiscriminate embrace of death.

Don’t write your future so grim. You will not die, Chloe. I will not let you die here in Alexander’s mad kingdom.” He moved her back, reaching down with one hand to gently wipe away...

Compassion for human hurt, a humble sense of our impermanence, an absolute valuation of justice—all of our so-called virtues only trouble us and serve to bolster, not assuage, horror. In addition, these qualities are our...

He came through the door howling, an axe arched high over his head. His eyes danced in madness, stuck fast on the two of them kissing, caught in their embrace and unaware of him. For...

When common objects in this way be come charged with the suggestion of horror, they stimulate the imagination far more than things of unusual appearance; and these bushes, crowding huddled about us, assumed for me...

When sleep came, I would dream bad dreams. Not the baby and the big man with a cigarette-lighter dream. Another dream. The castle dream. A little girl of about six who looks -like me, but...

I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.

River had never lost his cool, not since I’d know him. That was the thing about River. He was calm. Calm as a summer’s day. Calm as a gentle nap in the sun. Even when...

As soon as reality breaks, as soon as we’re separated from the phsical world, the cracks begin to appear in our minds. And through them seeps the madness that has always been there, flowing into...

If there’s one thing Robert had learned in three weeks at Lovecraft Middle School, it’s that nothing was impossible.

Eu vocifero labaredas e mais labaredas de feras famintas por horror.

A lover finds his mistress asleep on a mossy bank; he wishes to catch a glimpse of her fair face without waking her. He steals softly over the grass, careful to make no sound; he...

I have seen the dark universe yawningWhere the black planets roll without aim,Where they roll in their horror unheeded,Without knowledge, or lustre, or name.

Don’t think that what you say fleetingly to one man be harmless. Your fleeting words can travel so fast and so lightly that soon enough they will end up hitting someone so hard that they...

Paradis: «Sì, questa è la guerra», ripete con voce remota, distante. «Nient’altro che questo».Capisco benissimo il senso delle sue parole. «Più delle cariche che sembrano parate, più delle battaglie visibili dispiegate come stendardi, più ancora...

Il paese di Verulengo si estende come un serpente in provincia di Verona, lungo la strada provinciale 9a.”Incipit.

Keep driving,” said a soft voice in my ear. “She will not bite if you keep driving.”Fuck that. Fuck that idea like the fucking Captain of the Thai Fuck Team fucking at the fucking Tour...

Behind everyday reality, there is a deeper reality so cruel that it condemns to death those who crime is no greater than the pursuit of their own curiosity.(“Shem-El-Nessim: An Inspiration In Perfume”)

The introduction to horrors so young impressed on me just how helpless and vulnerable I was. Parents are supposed to empower their children to live without them but in my family, I wasn’t given permission...

The questions push me further into the space in between, the place where my madness lays waiting for me. I struggle with each question, determined to extract some sort of answer, an explanation for everything...

Time is going really faster than you think. That second just passed now, get up, pack the bag, get lost…

Wow, what a horror novel

William sees it all happen again. The pain is not in the event. The subjection to it and his powerless state each time is where his anguish lies. He is unable to influence the situation,...

What?’ He cried, darting at him a look of fury: ‘Dare you still implore the Eternal’s mercy? Would you feign penitence, and again act an Hypocrite’s part? Villain, resign your hopes of pardon. Thus I...

The other dark places,’ Evan whispered. Visions of tunnels of earth and stone, caves and streams entered his head. It was far beneath them. He knew it was real and it was down there, waiting.

If blood can produce money through rituals or the so-called human sacrifice, then it is the basis on which we live, so it is very essential to save and protect it from the fiendish eyes...

The world’s full of wonder, he said. Or at least horror that looks wondrous from afar.

He had no problem with flies or bugs or beetles, even creepy ones like earwigs and cockroaches…Six legs were fine, but eight were alien and unnatural.’The same number of legs as four fully-grown serial killers!