Horror Quotation Novels & Stories

The echo of laughter lingered as I fled, my voice choked with fear. Racing through the darkness, footsteps echoed ominously behind me. “Leave me alone!” I cried out, desperation tainting my voice. When I tried to peek at who was it from behind, I tripped onto some huge tree roots and winced in pain after my unpleasant fall. Everything around me became silent. Slowly, I raised my gaze and saw my name etched on a looming tombstone. Terror seized me, and I shrieked, shielding my eyes, pleading for the entity haunting me to relent.

Emma opened her eyes, turned to look, and saw something dark crawling in through the window. “What is this?” Emma’s voice was cold. Qri heard and looked over. In an instant, her heart seemed to stop! Upon seeing it, Qri’s eyes met a black scorpion with red spots on its back slowly approaching the pool! “A scorpion! A scorpion!” Qri shouted in horror, her face drained of color. Out of instinct, she reached for the clothes hanging on a divider, but another scorpion was crawling close to her clothing, making it impossible to approach. Qri withdrew her hand involuntarily.

*Danger doesn't lurk at every corner, it's just hanging out, waiting for fear and horror to show up* *That cold out there ain't the weather, that's death approaching. Be warned! *Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which he/she never show to anyone. *Hell is empty, all the demons are here. *We stopped checking for monsters under our bed when we realized they were inside us. *There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. *so what? Ghosts doesn't exit? That's what I thought too. Till it happened to me.

The horror in my chest tightened, but I couldn’t look away from the altar. Atop the altar was a human skull, its surface marked with strange, precise letters. They formed a perfect square shape on the top of the skull, a palindromic Sator square. The letters were deeply etched into the bones, forming the Latin phrase Sator Arepo Tenet Opera Rotas. I stared at it, horror filling my veins. Nowhere in the books I had read did it mention anything like this during a summoning exam. My heart constricted with the terrifying weight of my mistake.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

"You want to get out of here? We could go someplace more private and..." "No, that's okay," I said, handing him the cup. "Excuse me." I had to admit that a gay Frankenstein did frighten me a little, but that's the price one pays for living in Manhattan, I suppose. Halloween. I hated the word. It brought back too many bad memories. Well, it only brought back one, to be honest, but so far as bad memories go... "Hey!" a vampire interrupted my flashback before it even got started. There were a number of those around and she was by far the best, in my opinion.

The horror of their words clawed at my sanity. Distant voices clawed at the edges of my mind, their words searing into my consciousness... "I'll butcher your damn child and make you watch every second!" "I’ll tear it apart and send the pieces for DNA testing." "Whose bastard is this? There's no record of him anywhere, the ghost doesn't exist!" "Now, you'll watch as your child bleeds out, right before your eyes."

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

Damon smiled at her, thankful she’d taken up that task. “I don’t have a clue, but it reminds me of the saying the quill is mightier than the sword. I guess some magic user took the saying to heart.” Eva mention an old quote Damon didn’t know the origin of, or if the pen had any connection to the quote. “Either way, we have a pen that scares me more than anything else I’ve read about here yet.”

“ You are the monster, the creature of the night.” “ Exactly. Well, I’m impressed you realized that so soon.” “ Impressed? “ She scoffed, “ Well that’s not funny. You fu*king killed those people. . . there are innocent people. And yet, you think it’s all impressive? “ “ What else could it be? “ “ Horror. “ She said immediately. He laughed. “ Just a minute and I’m beginning to like you already. “ “ Go. . . To Hell! “ She cursed.