Creepy Quotes Quotes

“Memories of last night manifested slowly from the back of her brain, every new detail hammering her heart like a war drum: the flowers, the vodka, the persistent dream-like sensation, the closet, the outline of a stranger, the sex... and, most gut-wrenching of all, the sudden realization that he might still be here.”
― Jake Vander-Ark, Fallout Dreams

“The image is an example of how horror writers view our world. A view that is far from the norm. Their writing always seeking that visceral fear in us all.”
― A.K. Kuykendall

“The boy was there too, stumbling through the living room horde and passing out magic mushrooms from a paper bag. His eyeballs sparkled inside gaping, play-dough sockets while his limbs hung gaunt and exhausted from eight straight days of self-medicating fear. Another boy in a black tee pinched some mushroom flakes from his bag, nodded his thanks, and mouthed the word “bro” like blowing a man kiss.”
― Jake Vander-Ark, Fallout Dreams

“If I had been standing close enough I think I might have taken the heavy golden cross from the altar and smashed it against her head, in order to delve about in the red mess of her brains to try and understand what she meant by it all.”
― Araminta Hall, Our Kind of Cruelty

“The search party became zombie silhouettes in shafts of early-morning light, yawning, despondent, and halfway home when a boy’s scream pierced the fog—“OVER HERE!”—and everybody ran.”
― Jake Vander-Ark, Fallout Dreams

“She wondered if she was the only person
trying not to imagine what death-by-bear looked like. Would bears pick the bones white? Or would they leave bits of meat for the coyotes to scavenge? The authorities hadn’t actually determined
the type of animal that did the mauling,
but she couldn’t help but picture a bear.”
― Jake Vander-Ark, Fallout Dreams

“She wondered if she was the only person trying not to imagine what death-by-bear looked like. Would bears pick the bones white? Or would they leave bits of meat for the coyotes to scavenge? The authorities hadn’t actually determined the type of animal that did the mauling, but she couldn’t help but picture a bear.” ”
― Jake Vander-Ark, Fallout Dreams

“Hug the devil, and feel more power than life ever granted you”
― Dean Mackin

“I was told if you turn around and see the crying demons staring at you, there's no point running. You're already dead”
― Dean Mackin

“Under lightless skies, dark things flourished.”
― S.R. Hughes, The War Beneath

“The exit inclined towards a roundabout from which Ho peeled off onto a minor road, its edges potholed and broken, and over which trees dangled follage like fishermen hoping for a bite.
Theoretically trees were a good thing, lungs of the planet, and Ho didn't mind them in parks, but out here they loomed too large, the way unleashed dogs acquired extra menace. They cast their shadows as if it were only by their permission that traffic was allowed to pass beneath, and Roddy Ho felt what he'd have called a threat to his sense of self, were such terms available to him. Instead, he simply noted that they were fucking creepy, and constituted a hazard. He made a mental note to do something about them, saved it in the folder When I'm King, and checked satnav again.”
― Mick Herron, Real Tigers

“It was a quietness that left the dammed singing.
The dead can't sing, it's just a deception.
Through a breeze, they murmur their tune.
Is the breeze in the cemetery truly dead individuals singing?
Chilly, blusterous shouts of shallow woes, it's indeed them singing.”
― Dead Can Sing Poem by D.L. Lewis

“Darling Erica,
Such a pleasure! Your youthfulness gives me life!
Best wishes,
Greta Manville”
― Riley Sager, Lock Every Door

“Through my departed spirituality that once enlightened me, I pour out the forbidden magic that the Divine has prohibited. I, lonesome and inky with disfigured knowledge, hold firmly to the influence of Lovecraft & Poe. I abide for the blackness, for I am the rabbit's disciple of sinister terror, beautiful dreamscapes, and bizarre phenomena.”
― D.L. Lewis

“It’s a heaviness of ache than paralyzes me with this infernus warning. Below my eyes, I’m awaiting my imminent gnashing of teeth. Forbidden waters, my being needs no cleansing. Dead azure sky, God is unable to be seen. Heaven’s plague, All I see is deaf devotion. The man of stone, Religion was conceived by the infirmity of humanity. It’s all an apparition that arises from the root of decayed light. Alone -- for we are indeed the seed of nothingness.”
― D.L. Lewis

“Smile. Death is always watching in comfort. When you need it, it will be there and ready for you”
― Dean Mackin

“My love,
I can see it so vividly―you torturing your husband. What was it that Daisy Scott did first? She cut off his fingers one by one? For ever daring to put his hands on her?
You would look so pretty with blood all over your face. But you would look even prettier completely bare for me, taking me inside. Letting me worship your body and make you bleed as I dig my nails into your silky skin.
You would love that. I promise you.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Little brute… You, with a weapon in your hand… That’s the stuff of dreams. Do you even know what you’re doing to me?”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Magic would seem fun from afar, but there were so many horrors crawling around each of its countless corners.”
― Cedric Ennis, Eyes of the Watcher