Horror Quotation Novels & Stories

I was faster than her. Hilda Farell's smile twisted into a deadly and malevolent grin, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "You have no inkling of the torment that awaits you," she hissed, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I will haunt you until your dying breath, and even beyond that, I will ensure your soul is forever trapped in a realm of suffering."

"There is even music playing at this time, but I don't know where it is coming from. This makes it even creepier. It's like the sound effects in horror films. Is there a ghost playing the piano?" Christin was furious and asked, "Have you been reading too many horror novels recently? How could you use 'creepy' and 'scary' to describe such a romantic gesture? This is a candlelight dinner!" Natasha almost cried and said, "I know it's a candlelight dinner. However, do you know that these candlelights are very scary? There should at least have more people around here with a few more dim lighting. There should be more people around. Of course this is creepy!"

It was as if I was watching an horror movie, the only difference being that I had a ticket to see it happen live. He burnt till he was nothing but skeleton. She poured another quantity of the brown stiff in the same glass and swirled it around in her hand, then she mouth it her mouth, in a flash she sprayed all of it on him on the ground. The skeleton seem to make a sound and then it buckled as if finally sent to Hades.

In response to their resonance, from the center of darkness that he had buried deep within his being, images emerged that he had not called. He saw all kinds of grotesque and horrifying manifestations of death. An old woman with her tongue cut out and blood pouring from her mouth, which she tried to scream when she caught fire on a pyre. Infected necrotic tissue. Erich's cat hissing as he came to life in the supernatural moonlight. Skulls of animals completely stripped of meat by scavengers and dyed yellow by wind and sun. The last precious bubbles of oxygen escaping from the lungs of a drowning man. Viktor's own hands closing around Herwin's slim neck.

"In the darkest hours of the night, when you least expect it, my presence will seep into your consciousness like a vile contagion. The specter of your wrongdoing will become a malevolent poltergeist, tearing at the fragile threads of your sanity." The room became a chamber of horrors, a stage set for a grotesque play of vengeance. Shadows danced upon the walls, whispering their secrets of torment and despair. The air turned fetid, tinged with the stench of impending doom, as my threat enveloped the very essence of Leo's being, clawing its way into the recesses of his mind.

An unimpressive number had racked up in the brief morning hour since she left the parking lot. She tapped her memo app and scrolled through her half-constructed blog post ideas: the tragic devolution of vampires in the horror genre; the best and the worst of the found footage horror explosion; the best indie horror out of this year’s film festival circuit; scream queens to watch, the new horror badasses and final girls. She tapped her nail on the edge of her phone case as she formulated the sentences in her mind. Then the phone vibrated against her palm. Brady: And the likes keep coming!

He wince, partly in pain and shock, turning to stare at her, mouth agape– -.-. .-. --- ... ... -... --- .-- For a second, his brows furrowed at her. Then, a beat after, he instantly realized she was communicating via Morse. Crossbow, she said. . . . “Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.” –Zora Neale Hurston . . . PROSERPINA: By the time William had burst through the door to get to his room–his footsteps hurried but soundless as befitting of any monster mercenary–Proserpina nonchalantly glanced at the newcomer who still had not made their self appear at the face of a mortal man.

The misty gleamed red, like the terrible drop of a blood oath squirting onto the rotten ground. "Shit this place is scary as hell," Anna murmured as she noticed the hoary tree knots glared at her like baleful eyes. She felt like the forest was infecting her with its evil darkness like it was talking to her, she could almost feel the breathing whiz of the moistened turf. Never had Anna encountered these sentiments on her many journeys. She had battled her demons in her nightmare, quarreled after the dreadful monster in the fathomless bowels and dripping basins of the deepest caves of her dream, however, this forest was scarier than her never-ending nightmares.

She chuckled. "Nice idea! We'll watch a horror movie!" I said happily as I watched her eyes widen at the suggestion. "No! I want to watch The Vow!" She pouted. "How about Insidious? Or The Exorcism of Emily Rose?" I asked, ignoring her protests and skipping to the box to search for a good horror movie. "No!" She shouted behind me. "How about Poltergeist?" "No!" "Annabelle?" "No!" "The Grudge?" "No freaking way. I don't​ want to wet my pants. I watched it once and damn, I was so near to pissing myself. That creature, oh my God, that thing in that movie gives me nightmares."

A scream tore through Lilith's lips, and she crawled away from the grave in sheer terror, panting heavily. As fear consumed her, Lilith felt a presence behind her. Slowly, she turned around, trembling with trepidation. To her astonishment, the dead girl stood there, her sad expression unchanged. They locked eyes, but the dead girl remained silent, her ghostly presence sending shivers down Lilith's spine. Overwhelmed by the sight of the apparition, Lilith rose to her feet and scrambled out of the woods, screaming in fear with each step.