#horror

I think locality exercises strange influence over some minds. The peaceful meadow-scenery holds no lurking horrors in its bosom, but in the lonesome moorlands, full of curiously molded boulders, grotesque fancies must assail one there. Creatures seem to come, odd and ill-defined as their surroundings. As a child I had a peculiar horror of those tall, odd-shaped boulders, with seeming faces, featureless, it is true, but sometimes strangely resembling humans and animals. I believe the spinney may be haunted by something of this nature, terrible as the trees. ("The Haunted Spinney") ↗

— Elliott O'Donnell

#ghosts #horror #supernatural #nature

You will continue in her service until she is done with you. Whether you believe she exists or not.” Silence smiled, “She does like blasphemers. ↗

— Daniel Surry

#daniel-surry #fantasy #horror #iron-of-the-innocent #religion

Write me a creature that thinks as well as a man or better than a man, but not like a man. ↗

— John W. Campbell Jr.

#horror #science-fiction #science

Is this how humanity waves good-bye? Hell no. ↗

— Rick Yancey

#apocalypse #cassie #fiction #horror #humanity

Jane woke, stretched, and decided to kill herself. If she hadn’t found a reason to live by the end of the day she would jump from the rig. It felt good to have a plan. ↗

— Adam Baker

#horror #science-fiction #survival #thriller #zombie

Perversity is the human thirst for self-torture. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#horror

The world outside had its own rules, and those rules were not human. ↗

— Michel Houellebecq

#reality #horror

No shifting in my car Blake,I don't want slobber all over my seats." Neesa ↗

— C.T. Todd

#horror #paranormal-romance #twilight #vampire #vampires

Middling monsters died at the point of pitchforks, burned with torches, or at the butt of silver-capped canes wielded by angry, geriatric Poles. Middling people were dime-a-dozen, emptied souls, shorn sheeple, human husks. A good monster didn’t worry about what it was doing; it just did it. A true predator didn’t worry about guilt, or being popular, or anything. It just cruised along, living for the kill, surviving. A good person, well, she’d put a bullet in her head or weigh her feet down and throw herself into the Chicago River, holding her breath until she went to the sludgy, filthy bottom, and had to open wide and breathe water until she died. ↗

— D.T. Neal

#werewolf #werewolves #werewolves

Potkraj Drugoga svjetskog rata izvukli su me iz škole i, kao šesnaestogodišnjaka, gurnuli u vojsku. Nakon kratke vojničke izobrazbe u würzburškim kasarnama došao sam na frontu koja se u to vrijeme već bila pomakla preko Rajne u Njemačku. Četa je bila sastavljena iz samih mladih ljudi, bilo nas je preko stotinu. Jedne večeri komandir čete poslao me prenijeti jednu poruku u komandu bataljona. Noću sam lutao razorenim selima i majurima, a kad sam se pred jutro našao na mjestu gdje sam ostavio svoju četu, našao sam još samo mrtvace: četu je pregazio kombinirani napad lovaca-bombardera i tenkova. Svima njima, s kojima sam još dan ranije dijelio dječje tjeskobe i mladenački smijeh, sada sam mogao gledati još samo ugasli mrtvi obraz. Ne sjećam se ničega doli jednog krika bez glasa. I danas još vidim samoga sebe tako, a iza spomena na to raspali su se snovi mojega djetinjstva. ↗

— Johann Baptist Metz

#horror #world-war-ii #youth #death