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People never think of a child as being a monster, because if they did, they would never be able to sleep at night. Children are where lies peoples hopes, dreams, innocence... Not where lies murder.
— Chelsea Radojcic, The Lonely Teddy Bear: Janie's Story
For a moment, she thought it natural in a way seeing a plane fall from the sky can seem natural, too. The horror comes later.
— Dave Eggers, The Circle
Humans are thought to be at the top of the food chain...But there are beings who hunt them as food.These monsters who feed on the dead flesh of humans.They are called......Ghouls.
— Sui Ishida, Tokyo Ghoul, tome 1
Being insulted by a smart-mouthed little punk like you.. really pisses me off!
— Sui Ishida, Tokyo Ghoul, tome 1
I'll tell you right now, a ghoul's hunger is true hell.
— Sui Ishida, Tokyo Ghoul, tome 1
There's only one way to satisfy a ghoul's hunger.
— Sui Ishida, Tokyo Ghoul, tome 1
There was an ocean above us, held in by a thin sac that might rupture and let down a flood at any second.
— Stephen King, Different Seasons
The moon shone upon his almost transparent hands, and Stephen saw that the nails were fearfully long and that the light shone through them.
— M.R. James, Lost Hearts
Never talk to strangers. If someone ever tries to take you, fight with everything you have. Scream as loud as you can. (He'd never told her what to do if the man was too strong and there was no one to hear her screaming.)
— Lisa Unger, Ink and Bone
The mind is a thing capable of destroying itself when deep grief sets in, and when left alone to muse over one’s misery, the most irreparable damage can be done. You need people to heal.
— Austin Cochran, Totem Lake
New beginnings come with the tail of the red-winged blackbird. Here’s to hoping my daddy was right.
— Austin Cochran, Totem Lake
We have our own personal demons to deal with.
— Daniel Lewis
He was an animal. Everyone knows never to corner one that's injured...even if it is just his pride.
— Kayla Krantz, Alive at Sunset
The actor passed him his cigarette case. "No, you must tell us all about it. One should always be reminded of the fact that even in this best of worlds the blood still flows freely.""The Dead Jew
— Hanns Heinz Ewers, Nachtmahr: Strange Tales
The wolf had begun hunting human prey. They were plentiful in the dark city streets and provided enough good meat to satiate his gnawing hunger. He was still very careful not to let any who saw him live. To do otherwise would displease the Master. He would only stalk those people that were foolish enough to walk alone in the night
— Brian S. Ference, The Wolf of Dorian Gray: A Werewolf Spawned by the Evil of Man
I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity.
— Edgar Allan Poe, The Black Cat
It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.
— Shirley Jackson, The Lottery
The corridor didn't seem long enough to contain so much blackness.'Passing Through Peacehaven
— Ramsey Campbell, Holes for Faces
When he shut himself in his apartment he found that he hoped he was waiting for nothing at all.
— Ramsey Campbell, Holes for Faces
As soon as Todd drove off the motorway it vanished from the mirror, and so did the sun across the moor.
— Ramsey Campbell, Holes for Faces
What your mind sees when you close your eyes marks the entrance to an endless universe: your imagination.
— Stephen Helmes, From 12 to 6 (More Nightly Visits)
Fuck that. Fuck that idea like the fucking captain of the Thai Fuck Team fucking at the fucking Tour de Fuck.
— David Wong, John Dies at the End
The dead pull the living down.
— Joe Hill, Heart-Shaped Box
If there’s anything in life that’s an undisputed fact, it’s this: Buildings with strange symbols carved in their lintels are bad news. You rarely find symbols leading to unicorns and fields of candy—and even that’s bad news if you’re diabetic.
— Daniel Younger, Zen and the Art of Cannibalism: A Zomedy
I stared into the man's lifeless eyes. His face was blue, but it could've been from the cold. His body was bloated, but he could've just been fat. None of this explained the crows lining up on the tree branch though. --The Body By the Tree
— Yawatta Hosby, When the Lights Go Out - Ink Slingers' Halloween Anthology
A bloody guy in overalls, wearing a straw hat, began chasing us. He held a saw, pointing it at us. We were gonna die! --The Body By the Tree
— Yawatta Hosby, When the Lights Go Out - Ink Slingers' Halloween Anthology
There were cracked head stones, dead flowers and weeds coming through the ground. Even the trees looked lifeless. --The Body By the Tree
— Yawatta Hosby, When the Lights Go Out - Ink Slingers' Halloween Anthology
Adults are always like that, They only see what they want to see, As such, I am disapointed in them, but... That's convenient for me. - Fujisawa Ayana
— Karasu Yamazaki, Fukushuu Kyoushitsu, vol. 2
People which deserv support are people likeVsauce (A guy who I don't know how to describe... but as overall awesome character.)Rob Dyke (How he won't deserv one support or many?)... what he is doing is blowing mind it's about Anatomy of Murder and Serial KIllers files... that's crazy. And the best of all you can find a lot of information about many prisoners.
— Deyth Banger
You can't miss the horror, every moment it’s interesting.
— Deyth Banger
What fearful shapes and shadows beset his path amidst the dim and ghastly glare of a snowy night!
— Frederick Simpson Coburn
I'm being haunted," she blurted out. "My dear," he cooed. "Turn yourself into a tourist attraction and charge admission.
— Peter Straub, Julia
Because, visible through the slashed covers, the bone-deep wounds that crisscross the couple’s bodies pump blood. Some of the flaps of skin resulting from glancing blows are like gills, breathing. Yet even as the cries die away, he carries on.
— Mark Kirkbride, Satan's Fan Club
I never said you had to like it. You have to accept it. No regret." - Clare Harding From the current book in writing BUMPKIN by Lani Brown.
— Lani Brown
No more worlds like this / No more days like that
— Thomas Ligotti, I Have a Special Plan for This World
Your tills are talking to me and want me to take them home. Does this often happen?
— Steven Poore, Piercing the Vale
Never tell to much. The monster is always scarier when it is still under the child's bed.
— Stephen King, Six Scary Stories
For the first time she realized she'd spent so much time mourning a world that had ended ages ago, hoping to resurrect it, that she'd never paid attention to what it was becoming. Or returning to again, now that it was unfettered. Where were the centaurs, she might have asked instead. Where were the gorgons, the furies, the giants and the gods?
— Brian Hodge, The Weight of the Dead
What’s that supposed to mean, ‘a passin’ hunger?’ I ATE my fuckin’ girlfriend! An’ we ain’t talkin’ little fuckin’ love bites or a bit of a chew—I went wild kingdom on her ass! It was like a pig pickin’ after fuckin’ Lent-FUCK!
— E.V. Iverson
Some slight awareness in the back of her mind, beneath the pain, told her she was free.
— Kayla Krantz, Dead by Morning
He was far scarier than any ghost could be. He was real, and he was a monster.
— Kayla Krantz, Dead by Morning
He had never actually said what he hunted, only that he enjoyed it.
— Kayla Krantz, Dead by Morning
To dive in the darkness, I should dive in the truth, then in images of the world..., then facts, then in books, then listening, then in short stories... that's how I write the horror. It's very complicated.
— Deyth Banger
Horror is about fear, about rising dread and unknown terrors, and in the face of such nightmares, the acts of good people can seem insignificant.
— Shane Jiraiya Cummings, Rage Against the Night
My original intent was to write a horror story about someone who loses his mind and slowly begins to unravel. The story, as I envisioned it, would evoke horror within the context of psychological decay, entropy.
— Jupiter Cutter
Your fortune teller cursed me. Foul spirits haunt every supermarket I go to. I can't show my face in Morrisons.
— Steven Poore, Piercing the Vale
Short stories are great start, but if they are true that's the best start so far in about 222 short stories I have viewed and I have already shared them in the book series Reddit Collection.
— Deyth Banger
After All The.Purge.Election.Year.2016 wasn't a big deal, it could be better, I have watched and better movies.
— Deyth Banger
I am amazed at how much I can learn by watching interviews of successful people.
— Chris Mentillo
The adjuration to be "normal" seems shockingly repellent to me; I see neither hope nor comfort in sinking to that low level. I think it is ignorance that makes people think of abnormality only with horror and allows them to remain undismayed at the proximity of "normal" to average and mediocre. For surely anyone who achieves anything is, a priori, abnormal.
— Karl Menninger
He just existed before it and within the terrible presence that filled the cramped space of the attic.
— Adam Nevill, The Ritual
Luna had never been good at coping with death. After all she had gone through, she knew she should’ve been trained.But she wasn’t. She was regrettably human.
— Kayla Krantz, Alive at Sunset
He clicked the Save button, and there was the sound of a trumpet fanfare. A cleverly designed Flash animation in emerald green illuminated in gold leapt out at him in a 3D effect like the titles of an epic film: WELCOME, ASH, TO BIG BROTHER, THE AVENGER! The words exploded in a shower of gold dust. A voice boomed chillingly, ‘If you want help to sort them out, look no further! Big Brother will avenge you!
— Tracey Morait, Big Brother
Life is so fragile and unpredictable, especially when you are in a gang or in a life of crime. It’s like playing poker; you think to yourself that you have a good hand. However, it is only when you reveal your hand do you sometimes discover to your horror that someone else’s hand is better.
— Drexel Deal, The Fight of My Life is Wrapped Up in My Father
In March of 1915, all three of Lord and Lady Chetwynd-Pitt's sons'd been gassed, blown up or machine-gunned in the very same week at the battle of Neuve-Chapelle. All three. Imagine that: On Monday, you've got three sons, by Friday you've got none. Lady Albertina had just, y'know, caved in. Physically, mentally, spiritually, brutally.
— David Mitchell, Slade House
The city had grown, implacably, spreading its concrete and alloy fingers wider every day over the dark and feral country. Nothing could stop it. Mountains were stamped flat. Rivers were dammed off or drained or put elsewhere. The marshes were filled. The animals shot from the trees and then the trees cut down. And the big gray machines moved forward, gobbling up the jungle with their iron teeth, chewing it clean of its life and all its living things.Until it was no more. Leveled, smoothed as a highway is smoothed, its centuries choked beneath millions and millions of tons of hardened stone. The birth of a city... It had become the death of a world.
— Charles Beaumont, Perchance to Dream: Selected Stories
I Know Many Horror Authors Are Depreesed or Act Misabrle With Their lives. This Seems To Go With The Territory. For Example, Best-selling Horror Author, Joe Hill Talks About His Own Depression And Anxiety And How He Is Too Afraid To Take A Pill Because, of How This May Deminish And Destroy His Creative Side of Writing Horror. I Myself Happen To Feel The Exact Opposite. I Almost Always Noticed A More Creative Output In My Writing When On Pills.
— Chris Mentillo
You Can Not Me Honest To Others, If You Are Not First Honest With Yourself.
— Chris Mentillo
I Do Not Like Canadians, I Love Them.
— Chris Mentillo
You Can Not Be Honest With Others, If You Are Not First Honest With Yourself.
— Chris Mentillo
I Grew Up In A Family With No Prejudices. My Father Always Believed There Were Good And Bad In Every Ethnic Background, And Nationality.
— Chris Mentillo
Ever Since I Can Remember, I Have Always Been a Huge Advocate for Women and Children.
— Chris Mentillo
The Internet Changed My Life.
— Chris Mentillo
I Have Always Had A Facination With England, And Their History.
— Chris Mentillo
Still onto This Day, I Dawdle to Be Plagued With The Same Unfortunate Reoccurring Nightmare. In My Horrifying Dream, there is an Attractive Women With Piercing Blue Eyes And Light Brownish Hair, Sporting A Lengthy Red Dress With Extended Dark Black Heals Who Kills Me On Christmas Day. In My Dream I am Listening to A Christmas Song… “Jingle Bells” While Rambling Down a Dark Corridor Inside A Home. I am Shot in The Back of The Head And The Music Box Lingers Playing The Same Tune. I Can See Nothing but The Bottom of Her Mends, And Then All Becomes Ample Dark.
— Chris Mentillo
I Know Many Horror Authors Are Depressed or Act Miserable With Their lives. This Seems To Go With The Territory. For Example, Best-selling Horror Author, Joe Hill Talks About His Own Depression And Anxiety And How He Is Too Afraid To Take A Pill Because, of How This May Diminish And Destroy His Creative Side of Writing Horror. I Myself Happen To Feel The Exact Opposite. I Almost Always Noticed A More Creative Output In My Writing When On Pills.
— Chris Mentillo
The shot was so precise that the bullet went out his forehead and shattered a whisky bottle against the wall behind the counter.
— Justin Bienvenue, A Bloody Bloody Mess In the Wild Wild West
Defy all that’s holy, for they are the seekersDo the bidding for they are the devil’s speakers
— Justin Bienvenue, The Macabre Masterpiece: Poems of Horror and Gore
The Horror Writers Podcast, horror is awesome check out them.
— Deyth Banger
When James Wan is out there the horror is real, no doubt about that Check out for own proof if you have guts Sinister 1,2... Insidious 1,2...
— Deyth Banger
If You Are Not Getting Any Kind of Negative Feedback, Than You Probably Are Not Working Hard Enough.
— Chris Mentillo
You stole my story and something's got to be done about it.
— Stephen King
Through their discomforts Dom and Phil were missing everything of interest: the sudden strip marshes, the faces in the rock formations, the perfect lakes, the awesome måskoskårså valley grooved into the earth during the Ice Age, the golden eagle circling above it, and the views of a landscape it was impossible to believe existed in Europe.
— Adam Nevill, The Ritual
She kept talking and she kept talking. I thought she would never stop. Standing there, I felt the sun pour through the windows, setting and rising on my back. The sunroom had become a sundial measuring the geological age of my psychological toture.
— Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts
Something big was trapped inside him, some great sadness, and he felt if he could cry, or even articulate it in speech, it would relieve the pressure and provide him some measure of relief. But he couldn't reach it. He couldn't find a way to address it. He wondered if it would become the thing that defined him.
— Nathan Ballingrud, The Visible Filth
Love is an exorcism of angels.
— Stephanie M. Wytovich
If I can keep writing just one good page a day, I will have 15 published novels in my expected lifetime. Tick, tick, tick...
— Barry James Hickey, Waking Purgatory
Be a good guide, tell me what you see, are sure is that?Please try to describe the picture as much vocabulary as possible!
— Deyth Banger
From the very core of each of them, their ancestors seemed to cry out in inarticulate voices. right then, they screamed in alarm from times before symbols and language could depict such things that hunted and meant murder.
— Adam Nevill, The Ritual
In My Case, It Did Not All Start With A Mouse, Instead It Started With A House.
— Chris Mentillo
I Believe When People Go To Hell, They Relive Their Worst Life Experience, Over And Over Again.
— Chris Mentillo
I Wish This To Never End.
— Chris Mentillo
Nothing Makes Me Feel Happier Than Seeing A Child Smile From Happiness.
— Chris Mentillo
Those monsters in your closets and under your beds? They are just as real as us. The difference is that we fear what we don't understand, while they understand exactly, what we fear.
— Rob Shepherd
My whole life changed after I drowned and died in the flood.
— Kerry Alan Denney, Marionettes
Jealousy can instigate the cruellest act, or more to the point, hatred can. Miss Bennett was the one who found Nathan lying at the bottom of the stairs in the cellar, said he must have slipped or something, especially with one leg being so much weaker than the other. They as good people never would have suspected their own daughter of pushing him. That she never showed emotion over her brother’s death was put down to trauma. I could see what they could not—a child incapable of any kind of feeling apart from selfishness. I can still picture him now, lying on his stomach, his head twisted at an unnatural angle, eyes glazed like one of Rhiannon’s dolls. She was then about seven years old with the face of an angel and a nature as cruel as anyone on death row.
— Tami Egonu, The Obsidian Club
Once and for all, let us speak the paradox aloud: "We have been force-fed for so long the shudders of a thousand graveyards that at last, seeking a macabre redemption, a salvation by horror, we willingly consume the terrors of the tomb...and find them to our liking.
— Thomas Ligotti, Songs of a Dead Dreamer and Grimscribe
Darwin got it all wrong, you see. Fitness has nothing to do with it. It's survival of the sickest. That's all.
— Philip Ridley, The Pitchfork Disney
I have graven it within the hills, and my vengeance upon the dust within the rock.
— Edgar Allan Poe
So this didn't scare you, didn't it???So you want something scary...???
— Deyth Banger
It's my time to scare you, it's time for scary story.
— Deyth Banger
The mist covered the ground like the white veil over a new bride's face. The air was thick with smoke - smelling of death and decay. The birds were no longer singing their sweet songs, nor were there any immediate signs of life in the area. The charred ground crunched under my feet and I realized it was the only sound I could hear in the eerie silence. I looked up at the once milky moon and cringed at its new bright crimson color. What could've possibly caused the moon to turn blood red? I thought to myself as I continued to walk cautiously through the unrecognizable forest.
— Christine Gabriel
I hear you're quite the writer. Quite the teacher's pet.""I... I don't know what you mean.""No? Then maybe you're in for a surprise. And maybe it won't be a nice one."Kate heard her voice lashing out, braver than she felt."I don't know what you're talking about. But nothing that pertains to me is any of your business.'The match hissed again. She saw his black, black eyes flickering."You're right. How inconsiderate of me."Shaken, Kate willed her feet to move her forward."You should be more careful," Pearce said. "Anyone could find your key. Anyone could get into your cabin."Kate whirled to face him. "I have a roommate. I'm not alone.""A roommate?" And he sounded like he was smiling... a dark strange smile as if she'd said something particularly funny. "If someone wanted to get you," Pearce said slowly, and another match went out, "a roommate wouldn't stop them. They'd just get you. Wouldn't they?
— Richie Tankersley Cusick, Teacher's Pet
I hear you're quite the writer. Quite the teacher's pet.""I... I don't know what you mean.""No? The maybe you're in for a surprise. A maybe it won't be a nice one."Kate heard her voice lashing out, braver than she felt."I don't know what you're talking about. But nothing that pertains to me is any of your business.'The match hissed again. She saw his black, black eyes flickering."You're right. How inconsiderate of me."Shaken, Kate willed her feet to move her forward."You should be more careful," Pearce said. "Anyone could find your key. Anyone could get into your cabin."Kate whirled to face him. "I have a roommate. I'm not alone.""A roommate?" And he sounded like he was smiling... a dark strange smile as if she'd said something particularly funny. "If someone wanted to get you," Pearce said slowly, and another match went out, "a roommate wouldn't stop them. They'd just get you. Wouldn't they?
— Richie Tankersley Cusick, Teacher's Pet
I'll show you secrets if you stay...you'll never know if you run away...
— Richie Tankersley Cusick, Teacher's Pet
Death..." The voice dropped even more, black-gloved hands disappearing into the black folds of material. "Don't you feel it? We're all dead here...all...very...dead.
— Richie Tankersley Cusick, Teacher's Pet
As sonner began as sooner finished... the guilt is after you. I feel it, I see it and I smell you have done something..., didn't you??Something bad... isn't it??Tell me... don't be afraid I won't do anything bad... (I will just cut your fingers one by one... on your hands... it will be one bloody night... Then I will start with your legs finger by finger with axe... then I will start removing little from you.... the flesh from you!)
— Deyth Banger
Horror is a curiousity, it's used we to go over on real horror it just prepare us for the hard battles. To laugh at somebody's harm... there is even and scientific explanation.
— Deyth Banger
Horror it has it's own strange stuff... brutal stuff and it's difficult understanding!?
— Deyth Banger
Nowadays, it's hard to find the best horror and to be interesting and to be afraid of it!
— Deyth Banger
GreenHollyWood asked me "How I sleep?", after all, after this horror and terror. The truth is that I close the one eye 1-2 seconds go and then the other... and I sleep. To to don't forget, if we will be friends I enjoy the horror..., I like to see myself scared!?
— Deyth Banger
You will be more strong if you face your fears... so start by facing them!
— Deyth Banger
Mind", can't make differences between real and not..., (OFF NOW THAT..., then that...), you are saying lie after lie..., then believing in false stuff. And thinking in positive sides so to scream not much as the other do, but as always you one moment scream you can't stop it... Now putting against me a knife and saying "Go away... give me my daughter... give me her back"..., don't you see the people laugh at you, don't you see it. Look their faces, with so many smiles, but they aren't people, they are from the army, off, off for god sake they are soldiers which have guns. Have killed few people, have taken your daughter and they are many as a number than you and your whole family... Probably this part as an General I must skip it, because it's logical however look it and from this side, nobody will sacrifice so you to be happy... you will die.. O, o, the poor little girl crying in front of the people, she just saw her mother pointing with a knife against the soldiers and now she is killed by one of the soldiers.
— Deyth Banger
It felt oily inside her head. There were strings of Xavier Stancliff caught inside of her, holding on and spiderwebbing out as he plotted and waited and thought: this is all the bitch deserves. Swallowing, Sandra pushed herself off the bed. It was late and the room was dark. She could see the bundled lump of Jack beneath his own covers. He’d left the television on and the light flickered down the tiny hall. Shadows danced and Sandra shivered as she left the room.In another life, she would have told Danny and Jack about the man. Danny would have whispered, “It’s alright,” and smoothed back her hair from her face and kissed her, lips dry and coarse on her forehead. Then he and Jack would’ve left while she was sleeping. They would’ve trampled the flowers and climbed into Xavier Stanliff’s window and when Sandra woke up there would have been one less man in the world.
— Angele Gougeon, Sticks and Stones
There is something out there which is difficult to be saw and understand. (The Ring 1)
— Deyth Banger
The People from the horror stories are out there.
— Deyth Banger
Horror is like the humor, the one without the other can't exist. Horror makes life more interesting like the humor!
— Deyth Banger
Horror as for me is the best choice, you can gain a lot of. I like to be afraid like to see this shit happening on me, I feel happy.
— Deyth Banger
People fail to realize that horror isn’t just monsters and death. Sometimes, it’s learning to accept the darkness of human nature.
— Kayla Krantz
Life is a nightmare that leaves its mark upon you in order to prove that it is, in fact, real.
— Thomas Ligotti, Songs of a Dead Dreamer
This thing was what existed before life, before the first stars, before the big bang. It was the emptiness before the universe, and the emptiness that would follow.
— Alexander Gordon Smith, The Fury
With apologies to Judy Garland and Cole Porter, all the world does NOT love a clown. John Wayne Gacy might have been the final nail in the coffin in terms of anyone associating clowns with funny (if a bunch of clowns die, do they all fit into one coffin?)
— Christopher Lombardo, Death by Umbrella! The 100 Weirdest Horror Movie Weapons
Despite the horror, we survivors were endowed with a will to survive. Or instinct. Or maybe it was faith.
— Manel Loureiro, Apocalipsis Z: Los días oscuros
Monsters, ghost and everything spiritual and non-spiritual exists. Because we create it, the way to stop it..., is just to stop thinking about it. - (This is how I solve the problem)
— Deyth Banger
You are afraid to lose, you don't react, you are afraid of the horror of something which can be brutal killings and such... You are prepared to a victim I can said from here!
— Deyth Banger
If you want your son or daughter to be positive. Like to enjoy life and so on and so on - focus on the positive, nature, birds, quite and fast waterfalls... If you want to be negative which will mean a killer, a slaughter focus on the negative. Kill infront of the eyes a chicken slaughter it, fast and quick... do it often, read scary horror books!
— Deyth Banger
Sometimes to be at home is like a nightmare by Stephen King.
— Deyth Banger
Times goes by your choice, if you make your days wonderful the days will go fast... and interesting and memorable.... If you do it in boring way they will go like watching a film which doesn't have something to make you get interested without games, crimes, horror, thriller, romance and every single other genre which you think without it the film is awful... but not only genre, but genres!
— Deyth Banger
That's scary, all the time to be afraid Wreck 2015 (Film, you should check it out).
— Deyth Banger
I'm sure that the book is incrediable, phenomenal and so on and so on going in positive direction... But the film wasn't made well (I'm talking about NeedFul Things by Stephen King), the effects weren't good, some scenes were missed, for example I'm very curiouis how does the guy kills his wife with the harmer... The scene reminds me for Shining, but Unfortunately in the Shining there were more possibilities to be saw this scene, than in this film... If some disadvantages will be fixed, then I'm sure that the film will be pretty interesting, however to don't forget about the quality!
— Deyth Banger
Always Try And Be Kind To Other People - Especially Women And Children.
— Chris Mentillo
When life is a horror....Don't look like a ghost!
— Cass van Krah
Saw... then The Cube and many other films which I have saw or I will be on the way to see are brutal. But as far as last which as for now I have watched is Old 37, it's very brutal.Unfortunately, I will call this film or I will add that there are facts out there which show that it's based on true stuff. There are outside such type of people which do such thing, that you haven't saw. Feel happy, if you see them you won't go back you should run.
— Deyth Banger
Horror can damage your brain" - HAHAHAHA the best joke ever heard (It was said by GreenHollyWood". I really don't believe in that in case I use them to relax!
— Deyth Banger
Laugh as much as possible, because one moment will stop this moment.
— Deyth Banger
Most people on the ledge of a tall building were not afraid they'd fall
—  they were afraid they'd jump.
The narrator, I think, must succeed in frightening himself before he can think of frightening his reader…
— E.F. Benson
The water wasn't the same down here. Water is what runs out of the kitchen taps or a playground drinking fountain. It fills bathubs and pools and yes, of course, the ocean- but at a certain depth, water becomes a barrier from all you remember, all you think you know.You're trapped within it, a plaything of it.Focus erodes. Your thoughts mutate. The pressure.The pressure.The soul can't cope with that. It shouldn't be expected to.Humans weren't built for this. There's a reason nothing lives down here.Or nothing should.
— Nick Cutter, The Deep
Tilly screamed. Anna’s shocked brain only registered annoyance at the sound. Really, when had someone screaming ever solved a problem? She recognized her fixation on this irritation as her own way of avoiding the horror in front of her, but only in a distant and dreamy sort of way.
— James S.A. Corey, Abaddon's Gate
Fear of night. Fear of not night.
— Franz Kafka
Answers are almost always insufficient. They are almost always misleading.
— Robert Aickman
As Jess watched in numb horror, the man tore a page from the book and stuffed it into his mouth.
— Rachel Caine, Ink and Bone
This was like watching murder. Defilement. And it was something worse than either of those things. Even among his family, black trade as they were, books were holy things.
— Rachel Caine, Ink and Bone
He never thought he was right. The horror of all that had died under his will had become mundane to him. You see, the first horror is the horror itself. The real horror for him was accepting it as necessary.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Flies to Wanton Boys
To Eden with me you will not leaveTo live in a cottage of crazy, crooked eaves.In your own happy home you take care these nights; When you let your little cat in, please turn on the lights! Something scurries behind and finds a cozy place to stare, Something sent to you from paradise, with serpents to spare: Tongues flowering; they leap out laughing, lapping. Dissapear
— Thomas Ligotti
Ha!’ cackled the fiend, ‘I expect you’d like revenge on that husband of yours. Murder shouldn’t go unpunished, and no creature enjoys delivering chastisement as much as I. What about giving him a taste of his own medicine? If you’d be so kind as to lend me your body, I’ll set him dancing to my tune.’The wife’s spectre grimaced and nodded, at which the wicked Likho stripped off the nightgown, then the dead woman’s pliant skin, peeling back the flaccid folds. These it left in a slack heap. It gobbled her flesh and sucked the bones clean. These it hid behind the stove, before inserting itself inside the empty, wrinkled carcass, taking the former position of the corpse. Its fat tongue swiped the last juices from around its lips.When the husband returned home, all was as it had been; there was not a speck of blood to be seen, although the strangest smell of rotten eggs lingered
— Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Cautionary Tales: Voices from the Edges
Inside, there was a bed, and upon the bed there was a woman. More beautiful was she even than the damask rose while her scent, drifting through the open window, was that of the night dew. Her hair was silken as the raven's wing. Quite naked, she lay, so still upon the bed, her eyes closed in reverie.The young man looked first upon her breasts, where her hand rested. And upon each breast, there was a rosebud nipple. Upon each nipple there was a tip most tender. Upon each tip there was a milky drop. Chin lifted, lips parted, she milked her maiden breast.'What I would give to suckle at that teat,' thought he. from 'Against Faithlessness' in Cautionary Tales
— Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Cautionary Tales: Voices from the Edges
What is death but descending into a dark, eternal sleep?
— B.L. Norris
They say when you meet somebody that looks just like you, you die.
— P. Wish, The Doppelgänger
It is enough to know, too much to see
— the Lady of the Nail
The Den, the best horror - You never know who is the Original!
— Deyth Banger
It looks like to watch a film without little horror is like to eat a pizza without the extra stuff on it. Like the sauces!
— Deyth Banger
If Mistery, Crime, Horror, True Crime, SuperNature, Fiction, Non-FIcition and many other categoris if they didn't exist, and people didn't find a way to relax. Nobody will be never on the way to reach the place where almost a lot of are now, people don't want normal life they want to view the life through a killer.
— Deyth Banger
What’s the old saying? Ah, I remember now. ‘Curiosity flayed the cat alive, ripped it apart limb from limb, and listened to it scream before it killed it.’ That’s the one.
— Simon Holt, The Devouring
Good and evil exist in all of us. a moment’s temptation takes us on a wrong path. On that path may lurk foul fiends,inhuman, yet feeding, needingall our weaknesses: vanity, indolence and envy,Easy fruits for evil appetites,our flesh, a tasty afterthought,our bones flung asunder.
— Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Cautionary Tales: Voices from the Edges
Listen,listen with your eyes,and your lips.Listen with your skin, and your blood.Can you hear us,at the edges?
— Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Cautionary Tales: Voices from the Edges
The air changes. Then that invisible spider crawls up my spine, tickling the hairs behind my neck. I have come to know this spider these last couple of years. It whispers there’s something else in the room, breathing with you, watching you, grinning at you.I hate that damn spider.
— Rin Chupeco, The Suffering
I want to have her hands..!Morino's hands...
— Otsuichi, Goth
There are people who kill, and people who get killed.
— Otsuichi, Goth
Here, at the edges,Whispering to you,And we’re not alone; not aloneHere, in the dark.We are behind the door, in the corners,In the room where you’ve just extinguished the light.We flicker in the shadow you cast on the wall.We are the prickle on the back of your neck.Curled, in words unspoken,We are the shiver on your uneasy flesh,The creep of the unknown on your skin.Can you feel us?Here, at the edges.From the Foreword of Cautionary Tales - by Emmanuelle de Maupassant
— Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Cautionary Tales: Voices from the Edges
I can't believe that she's questioning the existence of magic when she's standing before me dead and talking.
— Kendare Blake, Anna Dressed in Blood
I knew there were no ghosts in there, but on the other hand, what if there were?
— Stephen King, Finders Keepers
Mark nodded even though she couldn't see. He'd suddenly lost any desire to talk, and his plans for a perfect day washed away with the stream. The memories. They never let him go, not even for a half hour. They always had to rush back in, bringing all the horror.
— James Dashner, The Kill Order
They ate my humanity but no humanity in beginning humans Earth dust atomsClever microorganisms defy godsBut defy nothingPhantom of truth Beneath reality's facade
— A.R. LaBaere
The orchestra strikes up with ‘Stockholm in My Heart’, and everyone joins in. Hands sway in the air, mobile phone cameras are raised. A wonderful feeling of togetherness. It will be another fifteen minutes until, with meticulous premeditation, the whole thing is torn to shreds. Let us sing along for the time being. We have a long way to go before we return here. Only when the journey has softened us up, when we are ready to think the unthinkable, will we be permitted to come back.
— John Ajvide Lindqvist, Little Star
I wish this knife was good for something besides death, that I could cut through time and walk into that house, into that kitchen where he trapped her, and get her out of there. I would make sure she had the future she should have had.
— Kendare Blake, Anna Dressed in Blood
You know what’s worse than burying your own child? Not burying your own child.
— John    Hennessy, Reunion of the Blood
There, conspicuous in the light of the conflagration, lay the dead body of a woman—the white face turned upward, the hands thrown out and clutched full of grass, the clothing deranged, the long dark hair in tangles and full of clotted blood. The greater part of the forehead was torn away, and from the jagged hole the brain protruded, overflowing the temple, a frothy mass of gray, crowned with clusters of crimson bubbles—the work of a shell.The child moved his little hands, making wild, uncertain gestures. He uttered a series of inarticulate and indescribable cries—something between the chattering of an ape and the gobbling of a turkey—a startling, soulless, unholy sound, the language of a devil. The child was a deaf mute.Then he stood motionless, with quivering lips, looking down upon the wreck.
— Ambrose Bierce, Chickamauga
Are we to have nothing tonight?" said one of them, with a low laugh, as she pointed to the bag which he had thrown upon the floor, and which moved as though there were some living thing within it. For answer he nodded his head. One of the women jumped forward and opened it. If my ears did not deceive me there was a gasp and a low wail, as of a half smothered child. The women closed round, whilst I was aghast with horror. But as I looked, they disappeared, and with them the dreadful bag.
— Bram Stoker
It happened during the winter of 1973, when evenings rang out stillborn from far across the weathered moorland, and snow fell hard and heavy and clung atop the peppered veins of nature’s tough bracken, all picture-postcard like.
— Jordan Mason, The Man in Black: A Ghost Story
We're not in a fairytale story. This is not a movie. Scriptwriters don't write our fates. We do.
— Ken Marvin Ortega (UndercoverWerewolf), Contagio
Chill out with Shiver and Fears
— A.J. Hard, The Chill House: The Coolest Place on Earth!
Whats good for the bacon
— Stinks for the pig.
I finally find a girl I could really be with, maybe the only girl in the world, and I had what? Two months with her? It's not enough. After everything she went through - everything I went through - we deserve more than that. Or maybe we don't. Anyway, life doesn't work like that. It doesn't care about fair and unfair.
— Kendare Blake
What I saw there was my own death.
— Otsuichi, Goth
I'm not gonna die alone, no way! He will never allow it!
— Otsuichi, Goth
Crook your finger
—  they’ll come closer. Pull the covers tighter to your chin
At three in the morning the gaudy paint is off that old whore, the world, and she has no nose and a glass eye. Gaiety becomes hollow and brittle, as in Poe's castle surrounded by the Red Death. Horror is destroyed by boredom. Love is a dream.
— Stephen King, 'Salem's Lot
Every danger loses some of its terror once its causes are understood.
— Konrad Lorenz, Civilized Man's Eight Deadly Sins
Had Moreau had any intelligible object, I could have sympathized at least a little with him. I am not so squeamish about pain as that. I could have forgiven him a little even, had his motive been only hate. But he was so irresponsible, so utterly careless! His curiosity, his mad, aimless investigations, drove him on; and the Things were thrown out to live a year or so, to struggle and blunder and suffer, and at last to die painfully.
— H.G. Wells, The Island of Dr. Moreau
She collected herself, and rose from the floor. “Until you have a better grasp on what we’re dealing with here, I’d appreciate your immediate proximity.”I did as she asked. She was the expert, after all.But what a terrifying thought, that the world’s foremost expert knew only enough to live in horror.
— Cherie Priest, Maplecroft
The skies are haunted by that which it were madness to know
—  and strange abominations pass evermore between earth and moon and athwart the galaxies. Unnamable things have come to us in alien horror and will come again.
Something unspeakable left the room.
— William Peter Blatty
...seeing the way his trousers clung to those most English parts.
— Seth Grahame-Smith
The universe and its design is often one of arbitrary horror.
— Laird Barron, X's For Eyes
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-  This it is, and nothing more.
— Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven
Hidden in a toolbox, in the rafters of his four-car garage, was an envelope full of pictures taken by a private detective...They were pictures of a scrawny, boyish looking nine year old with a wide mouth and a tangle of brown hair...Her eyes were oblong and deep set, their color hidden from the camera by the slant of the sun. The angles and planes of her face were oddly beautiful just then, in that moment, frozen on Kodak paper. A hint of the woman she would someday become.
— Shirley A. Martin, Bloodline Gypsy: Jook and Gypsies Vol. 1
The cabin in the woods is to the American Gothic what the haunted castle is to the European - the seed from which everything else ultimately grows.
— Bernice M Murphy  Dr, The Rural Gothic in American Popular Culture: Backwoods Horror and Terror in the Wilderness
Yeah, try wearing a piss cutter for eight years… then it wouldn’t be so bad.
— William Elias
When we operate on the basis of the will to control, we are aware of only one kind of "evil": the failure of existence to conform to the plan we have for it.
— Jerome A. Miller, The Way of Suffering: A Geography of Crisis
Is is as if life or reality itself has had it in mind all along to unravel the very design i have been trying all along to impose on it.
— Jerome A. Miller, The Way of Suffering: A Geography of Crisis
What we work so hard to avoid is the shattering of our lives by horrors we know we will be helpless to control.
— Jerome A. Miller, The Way of Suffering: A Geography of Crisis
Now, however open a person manages to be, there is one possibility to which he remains as closed as ever: the possibility that when he uncovers his deepest anxieties he will find hidden inside them certain horrifying truths which his whole effort to control his life has been designed to keep repressed.
— Jerome A. Miller, The Way of Suffering: A Geography of Crisis
I make my way to her table, seeing her eyes growing wider as I do. Ten or so other girls probably just developed instantaneous crushes on me, because they see Carmel likes me. Or so the sociologist in my brain says.
— Kendare Blake, Anna Dressed in Blood
This is my favorite part of the hunting. Getting to know them . Hearing their legends. I want them to be as large in my mind as they can possibly be, and when I see them I don't want to be disappointed.
— Kendare Blake, Anna Dressed in Blood
Using for a noble purpose is still using.
— Kendare Blake, Anna Dressed in Blood
Be dangerous, darling, for the whole world rises and falls at your feet.
— Mav Skye, Wanted: Single Rose
Horror immobolizes us because it is made of contradictory feelings: fear and seduction, repulsion and attraction. Horror is a fascination...Horror is immobility, the great yawn of empty space, the womb and the hole in the earth, the universal Mother and the great garbage heap...With horror we cannot have recourse to flight or combat, there remains only Adoration or Exorcism.
— Octavio Paz
I have a present for you.” He raised his eye brows. “I don’t like your surprises.” “You’ll like this one. Close your eyes.
— Mav Skye, Wanted: Single Rose
Cinema – all art really – has great power. Power to illuminate. Power to transform. For those of us who experience film as literature, classic movies comprised an introductory education in the genre. As kids, many of us went searching through library shelves for obscure source novels after seeing some old movie or other. It was the start of many an adventure.
— Robert Dunbar, Vortex
Velva’s face glowed in the streetlight. “Sir Sun, don’t you see? I am your violent violet. And you are mine.
— Mav Skye, Wanted: Single Rose
Sometimes sanity just means the ability to recognize the end of the road when you reach it.
— Robert Dunbar, The Streets
The feel of her skin as she struggled beneath, the life inside, the death without. The breaching of life and death, of survival uncaged inside him: a dark beast with violence and sex in its soul. In his soul.
— Mav Skye, Wanted: Single Rose
It was like a mask had been pulled away from his face, uncovering a monster hidden beneath his friendly façade.
— Danika Stone, Edge of Wild
Shirts and jeans litter the asphalt, the empty fabric limbs askew as if they're attempting to escape. Blood smears Sarah's lips as she struggles against the chest of a dirty looking man with a beard. Terror. Terror is the only word my mind can seize on and it forgets what it means. I forget how to think - to move.
— Brenna Ehrlich, Placid Girl
Love is always worth the risks, even when, especially when, it scares you.
— Mav Skye, Wanted: Single Rose
We were going to save the world, because no one ever saved us.
— Mav Skye, Behind the Black Door
Velva wasn’t merely a rose among the thorns, the lily of the valleys, she was Empress amongst the stars and planet.
— Mav Skye, Wanted: Single Rose
A moment of silence settled over all of them. Then Velva broke it. “We are the hunter and the haunter, the haunted and hunted.…”“But for what purpose?” asked Sir Sun.“It is all for the same purpose, Timothy.  The empty that wish to be full.
— Mav Skye, Wanted: Single Rose
I snipped the cherries but left the banana.” She gave him a knowing look. “God,” said Sir Sun. “No, not God. Me. I did it.” She pointed at herself.
— Mav Skye, Wanted: Single Rose
An Undergrounder is one who comes back after he’s or she’s—you know, under the ground.” Daniel’s green eyes flared again. “That isn’t supposed to happen.” Sir Sun nodded in agreement. “Most certainly not.
— Mav Skye, Wanted: Single Rose
And the wolf said, I’ll huff and I’ll puff and find your money, you shit-faced fucker…
— Mav Skye, Behind the Black Door
The image of May shoving the gun down her lace panty butt crack and drawing it like an old west cowboy is too much. Who are we? Who the fuck are we? Supergirls for real, that’s who.
— Mav Skye, Behind the Black Door
The truth,” Mrs. Hodgkins says, standing back up and turning to her cold marble pupils, “is imagination without boundaries is like a gun, it can be dangerous and kill.” She turns slightly and points to the back of her head to demonstrate. Her brains spill over the left crevice of her skull, clinging like hardened jelly. “Or imagination can save lives.
— Mav Skye, Behind the Black Door
Demons? No problem. Just find your local stalker psycho and ask the whistling dear head hanging above his fireplace how many licks on a toostie pop does it take to make a demon go away.
— Mav Skye, Behind the Black Door
And then, standing there in my Godzilla t-shirt, her blonde hair combed to the side, she says, “Supergirls stand together.” I had to say the rest, “Supergirls stay together.
— Mav Skye, Behind the Black Door
The old folks say there is only black and white. That may do for their tidy lives, but it doesn’t apply to all of us. We, Supergirls for real and the wretched creature at my feet, live in the gray and the mist. We may never see the stars, but we believe in the dream of them.
— Mav Skye, Behind the Black Door
I noticed the dudes in the ambulance were staying put; I hoped they were calling for backup, or maybe somebody who could do an exorcism, or maybe my pal Stephen King, because if anybody on earth could figure a way out of this mess, it'd be Uncle Stevie.
— Tobe Hooper, Midnight Movie
It’s a long story, but one you’ve never heard before. This story is about a place that dwells on the mountain; a place where bad things happen. And you may think you know about the bad things, you may decide you have it all figured out but you don’t. Because the truth is worse than monsters or men.
— C.K. Walker
Underneath the Triple Tree there is a man who waits for me and should I go or should I stay my fate’s the same either way.
— C.K. Walker, Borrasca
My father saw him one time. We live in mexico, on the farm, and Father went to feed the horses. At night. Little man was standing there giving hay to the horses. And Father watch and he came and he told Mother, 'Jedushka Di Muvedushka feeding the horses'. He don't get scared, nothing. In the morning we go look, the horses' hair all braided. So Beautiful! All their hair braided.
— Bentley Little
The Harvester was the rustling of autumn leaves, there one minute, gone the next.
— Jolene Haley, Harrowed