Horror Quotation Novels & Stories

It didn’t take him more than a second to realize the fear he encountered before, was something from the known. ‘How many ghosts were going to appear tonight?’ A penetrating sound echoed. Matt slammed his palms against his ears, looking further at the demon whose sewed mouth had been cut open, but the weapon was nowhere to be found. Gaping at what was thought to be the standard moment, he watched the unsealed lips turn icy cold and black, a humorless laughter flooded out from his pungent mouth, saliva being splashed at him screaming ‘deadly murder.’

She grimaced and slightly shook my arm. "You're with me, right? So why should I be afraid?" I had no choice but to come with her. She smiled at me whenever we heard someone was shouting inside that horror house. As we entered a tiny darkroom, I was walking behind Astrid and warned anyone who was trying to scare her. I immediately noticed the cobwebs that covered all the corners of this room, just like how it was done to any other horror house. There were some spiders that we were threading towards their prey. There were some light bulbs that were being turned on and off by someone just to scare anyone who may enter. I kicked some of the zombies who were hiding behind some curtains. Astrid li

“There was a young lady standing on top of our fellow's dead bodies. Anger is in her eyes. But, she exalts on the bloody war. She is not on our side.” Worries and fear dominate the tone of his voice. No matter how hard he tries, Hodor just couldn't hide his fear. What worse is he felt the anguish, every ounce of pain, of anger ,of everything that is happening in his vision; and to add fright, he never had a vision that fails to happen. Vamoire's eyes bulge on its socket. “A bad omen. No! That won't happen, my lord. Is it a wolf? A human? I am sure that lady isn't from our race.”

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

Without hesitation, I rushed out of our quarters, cradling Sarah in my arms, my senses on high alert. The scene that greeted me was a nightmare come to life. Two lifeless bodies lay before the pack house, their heads severed from their torsos, their fingers and toes arranged in a gruesome display. A message had been left for me, written in their blood: "I'm coming for you Max." Horror coursed through me, and I clutched Sarah even tighter, shielding her innocent eyes from the gruesome sight. My mind raced to comprehend the message and its implications. Marcus had made his move, and he was taunting me in the most chilling way possible.

At this moment, everyone was shivering from fright. When they looked at Chase again, they felt as if they were looking at a dead man. The Quaids had laid out so many tricks just for one person. Surely, Chase was doomed. However, the man in question only sighed softly. “You beast, why are you sighing? Are you scared?” Horton, who was standing in the distance, smirked as he said, “If you kneel and cut off both of your arms, perhaps we can give you a quick death.”

Brandon set his camcorder on a tripod at the other side of the table, almost against the back wall, to keep in frame not only us, but also the loads of documents before us. We’d spent about thirty minutes going through records when one of the old maps caught my attention. “Look,” I said, showing it to Brandon. “See this town, Greenwich? It was flooded when they built the Quabbin.” He leaned in, studying the area I was pointing at with a curious frown. “So? What’s so special about it? Flooded graveyard or something like that?” I rolled my eyes. Of course the West Coast alien didn’t know. “Lovecraft’s The Dunwich Horror was sort of based in this town. And The Color Out of Space was set in this

THE FEAR MERCHANT The Jack-o’-lantern on Roy Wallace’s porch was in desperate need of a Botox treatment. A mere week after Halloween, rot was already hard at work on the toothy grin. The corners of its mouth had drooped into a grimace, and the gourd reeked of sweet decay and old smoke. His face twisting into the same mask of displeasure, Roy didn’t know what to blame: the odor or the house across the street.

He grabbed my hand and tried to guide me inside. “Are you crazy? I am not going in there.” I said terrifyingly looking at the dark and the graves. “Do you trust me?” he asked looking at my eyes. I did trust him, but I didn’t want to go in. I have been always afraid of the dark since childhood. To make it scarier, I heard the owls hooting and the wind whistling like in a typical graveyard scene in a horror movie.

The few people searched around at once to find out if they could look for an exit. However, after searching for a long time, they still could not find a way out. It was as if this were a completely enclosed space. Quincy was so furious that he slapped the wall consecutively to vent the resentment in his heart. “Told you, Caesar’s tomb is a scary place. Now we’re trapped after coming in here. It’s deliberately trying to suffocate us to death or starve us to death! I’ve raided so many tombs. This is the creepiest one.” As a result, as he kept slapping on it, he suddenly hit something with a click sound.