#horror

I was nearly unnerved at my proximity to a nameless thing at the bottom of a pit. ↗

— H.P. Lovecraft

#horror #humor #humor

For an instant Harry imagined... Just for an instant, before his imagination blew a fuse and called an emergency shut down and told him never to imagine that again. ↗

— Eliezer Yudkowsky

#imagination #imagination

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 solitude sitting in a house and hearing a ring at the door-bell! ↗

— Thomas Bailey Aldrich

#imagination

i like to tell people i have the heart of a small boy, then I tell them it's in a jar on my desk ↗

— Robert Bloch

#inspirational #it #inspirational

There are horrors beyond life's edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man's evil prying calls them just within our range. ↗

— H.P. Lovecraft

#life

It is the sheer ugliness and banality of everyday life which turns my blood to ice and makes me cringe in terror. ↗

— Jean Lorrain

#horror #life #reality #terror #ugly

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 knows the world is round.' Well, socially I fit in just fine between the whore and the bartender. Both are close friends. And I knew the world was round. Yet, as time went by I found myself confronted with the ugly suspicion that the world was, after all, flat and that there were things dark and terrible waiting just over the edge to reach out and snatch life from the unlucky, unwary wanderer. ↗

— Jeff Rice

#journalism #kolchak #press #reporter #truth

I'm a fan of short horror fiction... in fact, the most memorable horror I've read is of the short variety... but I have a hard time pulling it off myself. ↗

— George Stephen

#fan #fiction #hard #hard time #horror

Do not be so ridiculous, I can more easily find you someone else.” Gripping the bars of his prison so strongly that the bones of his knuckles showed prominently through his pale skin, the monster growled again, “I will have no other.” Nearing the end of his patience, Klaus demanded, “Why? Why are you being so impossible?” Turning to the diminutive creature beneath the blanket, he smiled nastily, his light red eyes gleaming, “Because he wants her. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#horror #love #monsters #romance #suspense

You don't think I could bring myself to mark your lovely skin? I'll take my knife to you, if that's the case. I'll carve my name in your breast so that every beat of your heart will remind you that you are mine—and mine alone. Because blood is binding, and because I would rather see you destroyed than see you free or in the possession of another, so I suggest you not try me, or you will suffer as no earthly creature has.” He slammed her back against the wall. “Or ever will. But that is a suggestion, and one you are free to disregard at your own peril. But you are are going to answer my question. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#dark #disturbing #horror #ownership #possessive