There are matters in that book, said to be done by the express command of God, that are as shocking to humanity, and to every idea we have of moral justice, as any thing done...

It’s poor judgment’, said Grandpa ‘to call anything by a name. We don’t know what a hobgoblin or a vampire or a troll is. Could be lots of things. You can’t heave them into categories...

This is the thing that troubles me, for I cannot forget Carcosa where black stars hang in the heavens; where the shadows of men’s thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, when the twin suns sink into...

It was at the outskirts of the world that the Old Things accumulated, like driftwood round the edges of the sea. (“The Troll”)

Give me just enough information so that I can lie convincingly.

There is no life here but the slow death of days, and so when the evil falls on the town, its coming seems almost preordained, sweet and morphic. It is almost as though the town...

Right now I can’t even control my own imagination as it grips my hair and drags me into the dark

Come now, I was not about to let that thing eat you.

Oh dear…then they must already be on the march! We have to hurry and get to the Hamblings…before nightfall!’ – Phillip Celeste from Curse of Ancient Shadows

You’re going to die, you know.” However much we try to ignore it, our consciousness haunts us with this knowledge. Our heads were baptized in the font of death; they are doused with the horror...

Noc knew that his girlfriend was better as he got to the door of Kay’s living room. This he could tell by the sound of her screaming at Turney for some infraction on the Son...

The divine is always abominable.”Houses Under The Sea

He wanted to roar like a lion on a cement floor. And bellow like a polar bear with yellow fur worn down to pink skin against the tiles of an enclosure in a zoo. The...

Well did you call the hypothetical hardware store and buy a theoretical chainsaw?– Pam to Jessica, True Blood

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...