Horror Fiction Quotes

“Cats are the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there”
― Stephen King, Pet Sematary

“Time is tick, tick, ticking away. How many souls will I capture today? Will they be a challenge or will they be given? Only time will tell as the clock keeps tick, tick, ticking. Your god has arrived with enough hatred for y’all, with enough evil for the big and small, so come one, come all. I will shred your souls and place them in my satchel, call you a settler and make you my peddler. Come one, come all, come stand behind your god. I will lead you into the darkness of Earth's end. Come one, come all, my wilted flowers, come claim your title, speak out and cheer it. Come one, come all, let’s have a ball, my wilted flowers . . . Sweet, Unconquerable Spirits.”
― A.K. Kuykendall, The Possession

“For thin is the veil betwixt man and the godless deep. The skies are haunted by that which it were madness to know; and strange abominations pass evermore between earth and moon and athwart the galaxies. Unnameable things have come to us in alien horror and will come again. And the evil of the stars is not as the evil of earth.”
― Clark Ashton Smith, The Beast Of Averoigne

“The engine didn't just growl—it whispered names. Old ones. Forgotten ones. And every mile the road stretched longer, like it was feeding on the miles we'd already burned. You can't outrun what's already riding shotgun in your soul.”
― Jack D. Ace, Ghoul Car: The Road Never Ends

“The radio only played static and screams. Tune in, and it tunes into you—your fears, your sins, your final destination.”
― Jack D. Ace, Ghoul Car: The Road Never Ends

“Yeah, I'm a cow, man. Can you handle it?”
― Matthew Stokoe, Cows

“But I smiled. Because that’s what I do when I’m falling apart.”
― Poheli Author, Lust Marked: The beginning of the End

“Memory is a slow fire. It burns low. It burns long. And when it finally finds new kindling,
the whole world goes up in flames.”
― Jack D. Ace, Plague House: The Nazi Formula's Curse

“Names change but blood remembers.”
― C.C. Kell, Legacy of the Eye

“You don't drive Ghoul Car. It drives you—straight into the abyss, pedal to the metal, no brakes, no mercy.”
― Jack D. Ace, Ghoul Car: The Road Never Ends

“They rode the dead as though the corpses could still feel, as though death itself could be fucked into submission. But death only watches. And waits.”
― Jack D. Ace, Plague House: The Nazi Formula's Curse

“But I could hear Mitzi nearby. She was still upstairs. If she saw me reading the comic book, she’d run downstairs and tell Dad for sure. Mitzi’s hobby is being a snitch.”
― R.L. Stine, Attack of the Mutant

“Why won't I let him help me? It's a bad habit of mine, not letting people help. It comes right after my first and worst habit of safely assuming they won't notice that I need help in the first place, or even if they do, that they won't offer it or will offer it but not actually mean it.”
― Rachel Even Moulton

“The infamous professional torturer spoke the language of snakes and had a reptilian companion up his sleeve. Speaking of his looks, while his natural hair was blonde, he liked disguising it with different colours, like copper.”
― Celine Blackwood, The Fateful Journey

“If she had magic, she'd imagine it being aesthetically pleasing, in the least. But what she saw was intimidating. She looked at herself in the full-height mirror in her bedroom. Scary and sexy - those were the adjectives she could best come up with in this turn of events.”
― Celine Blackwood

“Fireflies danced in the warm, heavy air. Tarmac wound in a ribbon as smooth as a tumbled stone. The cream house at the end of the cul-de-sac looked like a wedding cake. Tulip poplar trees gathered around with their feather leaves dripping off the boughs.

A strange man, dark and gnarled, rapped at the door three times.

Inside the great hall, Mac Owens, a housewife, set down her brandy on ice.

She peered out at him and revealed a floral print dress.

“We don’t like solicitors,” she said, although she was home alone.”
― Addy Evenson

“As she moved deeper into the home, her birthmark began to pulse with a steady, painless light, acting as a beacon that guided her toward Mr. Lazur's bedroom. Crossing the threshold, she was struck by a wall of frigid air and the cloying scent of rot. Unlike the rest of the house, this room felt desolate, with a pervasive chill and a chaotic spread of notebooks and frantic scribbles." -Every Little Girl Wants a Tea Party”
― Tiffany Desiree, Every Little Girl Wants a Tea Party

“The most memorable horror stories force us to confront our own inhumanity and thereby make us grateful for our humanity.”
― Darrell Z. Grizzle

“Sometimes the static between words tells the darkest story.”
― Naiyem Chowdhury Rony, Silent Frequency

“Every historian eventually becomes history.”
― Naiyem Chowdhury Rony, The Gallery of Shadows

“The hum wasn’t loud.
It didn’t need to be.
It lived inside your bones.”
― Naiyem Chowdhury Rony, The House on Ashwood Lane

“The reflection raised its hand before I did.”
― Naiyem Chowdhury Rony, The House on Widow Lane

“Maps don’t always tell the truth.”
― Naiyem Chowdhury Rony, Buried in Silence

“The walls get thin on Tuesdays.”
― S. A. Asghar, The Oakhaven Blank

“Memories live inside the eyelids”
― Joseph Fink, The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home

“he whistle means he is far away. The silence means he is close.”
― Arturo Cova, Ecos del Miedo / Echoes of Fear: Horror Stories from the Heart of Latin America

“I write for the readers who like their stories dark, sharp, and impossible to forget.”
― C.M. Soliz, The Angel of Death

“Water has a memory. It remembers the shape of things submerged. It remembers the final breaths of those who surrender to its depths. It remembers the paths their lives would have taken.

Most of all, it remembers the face outside, holding you down by the neck, looking down onto the now-still surface.”
― Arnab Ray, The Bucket

“Okay, how about this? 'Spirits in torment! Do they really come back to the scenes of their tragedies? Bound there forever, even in death?”
― Richie Tankersley Cusick, Trick or Treat

“The werewolf has been romanced and watered down until there's nothing left to fear. I wanted to give it back its teeth.”
― Elias J. Holloway, Shadow of the Wolves: book 1 of 3