Folk Horror Quotes

“Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?”
― Robert Eggers, The Witch

“Avoid the moor in those hours of darkness when the powers of evil are exalted.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle

“I am the trees and the flowers you step on. Iam the earth you walk on, the water you drink, the animals you kill. I am the mountains and the never-ending sea. I am here and everywhere else, now and forever. I am Everything.”
― Dr. Watson, When the Spring Comes

“But do you feel HELD by him, Dani? Does he feel like a HOME to you?”
― Ari Aster, Midsommar

“We were left alone to starve. It was through our Mother Superior's sacrifice and the grace of our God that we survived that first winter, that we continue to survive. By what entitlement do these priests feel to come here and command us?”
― P.L. McMillan, Sisters of the Crimson Vine

“It was odd, how everyone spoke of it, as though it were one single event. The time when the county had turned upside down and all rules of logic were discarded out of the windows of reason. It had all began when Tony Anderson was taken to the hospital for drunkenly shooting up his house. That one single night, seemed to unleash something rather otherworldly on the community. It was then that the autumn harvests began to mysteriously die and wither. It was then that hushed rumors began about deformed cattle, milk curdled and sour eggs were yielded from the chickens. When people began speaking of shadows lurking in their hallways, and voices outside of their windows at night.”
― Jaime Allison Parker, River at the World's Dawn

“The hall echoed with the grotesque sound of wet flesh being pulverized. Warm liquid splashed my hands and head; the scent of urine made my stomach churn. The sound of sharp crunching was interspersed with slurred cries. Snot-filled wails and the obscene begging for mercy peaked, leaving a bone-chilling silence.”
― AW Rene

“Mutilated rats scurried through the hall, darting between and over my Converses. They rushed toward a dead cat, which dragged its eyeball-less face across the laminate floor. Its phlegmy meow was drowned out by the wet squeaks of the dead rats as they swarmed it like a nest of ants. In a gruesome display of savagery, one of the larger rats ran off with the cat’s tail in its mouth while the others tore the rest of the body apart.”
― AW Rene

“I write about the things people bury politely, and the tide that brings them back.”
― Ravn R. Ashcroft, The Myling: The Drowned Gods. Book One

“Some troubles belong to the body...and some belong to the soul. Best know which one you're carrying.”
― Kevin Schumacher, Loup-Garou

“The old laws don't care whether the trespass was made out of greed, ignorance, or innocence. They only remember that it was made.”
― Kevin Schumacher, Loup-Garou

“You don't outrun something that can step between worlds.”
― Kevin Schumacher, Loup-Garou

“Some things walk between worlds.”
― Kevin Schumacher, Loup-Garou

“Vampire Autumn
by Stewart Stafford

A blood orange sun dies on a Fall hill,
The green sucked from valley leaves,
Scrapyard hues of rust all that remain,
Time's predator, wilting the untouched.

The lost and limping are its quiet harvest,
Blood-parched in a root-choked hermitage,
Frostily patient when the woods turn black;
Coyotes, cougars, Sasquatch, bears blamed.

Undergrowth crunch. Eyeshine narrows,
A flickering torch duets her screams for help,
Birch-pale fangs float in panic’s direction,
Her season stormed in a lingering feed.

© 2026 Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“The Samhain Bargain: Vigil for the Terminal Sun
by Stewart Stafford

The village elder stretched his hands
Over the bonfire flames, his stare fixing us,
He cut the last sheaf of harvest with a sickle,
Urging the blaze to aid its ailing sibling Sun.

A yawning underworld sucking in the light
Until Spring, restored to its regenerative place,
We carried embers home to warm our hearths,
From ceremonial fire to communal beacon.

To maintain the human contract with the dark,
Guisers donned animal skins and charged us,
In smoke, sparks and shrieks, the crowd parted,
Soul cakes and ale dulled the wintry bite.

© 2026 Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“When the power cuts out and the world goes cold, you will realize you aren't hunting an invisible killer—an invisible killer is hunting you.”
― Adel Al-Ashwal

“We are the ones who never dismiss the gentle sway of a curtain as nothing more than the wind teasing it, but imagine instead an evil spirit hovering nearby...”
― Adel Al-Ashwal, The Drowned

“And, as is always the case when dealing with matters of the metaphysical, nothing can ever be proven... and nothing can ever be disproven.”
― Adel Al-Ashwal, The Drowned

“Six feet, or perhaps more, of earth are heaped upon you. Everyone leaves for dinner. And by the end of the evening, they are dividing your inheritance among themselves. That is the painful truth.”
― Adel Al-Ashwal, The Drowned

“And I do not know how anything can still be called sudden when you expect it at any moment. But when that thing is unseen, impossible to perceive with the eye or touch with the hand, then it no longer feels as though you are hunting an invisible killer. It feels as though an invisible killer is hunting you”
― Adel Al-Ashwal, The Drowned