#horror

Julian tried to keep a pleasant smile on his face, though already it felt strained. He was uncomfortable with people who used the word blessed as a part of their everyday speech. The implication was that God was intervening in the minutiae of their lives, hanging around and helping them with their jobs or children or household chores as though He had nothing better to do. Maybe it was true, Julian thought wryly. Maybe that was why there were wars and murders and earthquakes and hurricanes. God was too busy helping real estate agents find new listings to deal with those other issues. ↗

— Bentley Little

#horror #humor #religion #business

Anything approaching the change that came over his features I have never seen before, and hope never to see again. Oh, I wasn't touched. I was fascinated. It was as though a veil had been rent. I saw on that ivory face the expression of sombre pride, of ruthless power, of craven terror--of an intense and hopeless despair. Did he live his life again in every detail of desire, temptation, and surrender during that supreme moment of complete knowledge? He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision--he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath: The horror! The horror! ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#morality #struggle #the-horror #change

If you let something scare you to death, then the worst has happened. ↗

— D.E. Athkins

#horror #humor #death

Do not wander in the deeps, Where the Shriker's shadow creeps. When he rises from beneath, Beware the Sharpness of his teeth. ↗

— Janet Lee Carey

#death #horror #poetic #supernatural #death

I cried for all of those things that should have just been for us... ↗

— Kate Chisman

#crying #fear #fright #frightened #ghost

To those of you who are yet to plunge into the zygote pool and want to know what both plumbless horror and pure love feels like, have yourself a baby... ↗

— Conrad Williams

#love #parenting #love

I live in different worlds. One world where I perform my duty as a part of society. My favorite is my world. The writing's world. ↗

— Ria Tumimomor

#horror #short-stories #love

I’m not a big fan of Halloween. Except for the dressing up part. I love picking out a costume. - Tory ↗

— Matthew Leeth

#horror #scary #tricks #love

They told of dripping stone walls in uninhabited castles and of ivy-clad monastery ruins by moonlight, of locked inner rooms and secret dungeons, dank charnel houses and overgrown graveyards, of footsteps creaking upon staircases and fingers tapping at casements, of howlings and shriekings, groanings and scuttlings and the clanking of chains, of hooded monks and headless horseman, swirling mists and sudden winds, insubstantial specters and sheeted creatures, vampires and bloodhounds, bats and rats and spiders, of men found at dawn and women turned white-haired and raving lunatic, and of vanished corpses and curses upon heirs. ↗

— Susan Hill

#ghosts #gothic #graveyards #horror #ruins

Even the most impassioned devotee of the ghost story would admit that the taste for it is slightly abnormal, a survival, perhaps, from adolescence, a disease of deficiency suffered by those whose lives and imaginations do not react satisfactorily to normal experience and require an extra thrill ↗

— L.P. Hartley

#supernatural #experience