Slasher Quotes

“At first, she bucked like a wild stag beneath me, and she tried to scream, but the pillow did a good job of muffling her voice.  Before long, the bucking stopped, and my wife’s corpse, blue without oxygen, appeared below me like a hideous phantom.”
― Harvey Havel, The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction

“The orderly brandished a hunting knife from a sheath at his waist and sliced open the prisoner’s throat with it.  Warm blood cascaded out of the prisoner’s throat, some of it spraying the captain’s uniform.  The orderly waited for the prisoner to bleed to death before cutting the head clean off.  Within a few minutes, the muscle that the prisoner built on his body was carved out and thrown on the grill.  After the meat cooled, the orderly put the human steaks in front of the captain for dinner.  As the captain ate each buttery piece, he couldn’t help but compliment the orderly for a job well-done.”
― Harvey Havel, The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction

“She tossed him a small mirror so that he could see the results, and what he saw horrified him.  The boiling concoction left a deep trail of burnt skin that stretched from the crown of his head all the way to his chin – almost like an artificial sluice that burned his flesh to form a large rivulet that ran down the center of his face.”
― Harvey Havel, The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction

“Horror's not a symptom, it's a love affair.”
― Stephen Graham Jones, My Heart Is a Chainsaw

“Some girls just don't know how to die.”
― Stephen Graham Jones, My Heart Is a Chainsaw

“Sometimes they need help in the form of a furie running at them, her mouth open in a scream, her eyes white hot, her heart forever pure.”
― Stephen Graham Jones, My Heart Is a Chainsaw

“Is it really winning if everybody dies?”
― Stephen Graham Jones, My Heart Is a Chainsaw

“But, really, I just like horror. Not everything has some dark reason behind it.”
― Stephen Graham Jones, My Heart Is a Chainsaw

“Stupid girls run upstairs, stupid girls run upstairs," she's saying to herself, turning to pull Ben with her up the aluminum steps, Billie Jean just feet behind them”
― Stephen Graham Jones

“The Harvester was the rustling of autumn leaves, there one minute, gone the next.”
― Jolene Haley, Harrowed

“The final girl and the monster are two sides of one person. Think about it. One runs fast, and screams, and is resourceful, and fights for her friends. The other is slow, and implacable, and silent, and he kills, and is alone.'"
- Chrissy in "The Final Girl Support Group”
― Grady Hendrix

“We all become history at some point or another, right?”
― Stephen Graham Jones, My Heart Is a Chainsaw

“When you're wearing slasher goggles, everything can look like a slasher.”
― Stephen Graham Jones, My Heart Is a Chainsaw

“¿Alguna vez te has preguntado quien cuenta las historias de miedo si el protagonista siempre muere?”
― Paula Peralta Pozanco, Sobre dioses y gula

“Por eso no lo dice de quien es el mensaje. No hacerlo le parte el corazón, pero es una fractura pequeña. Puede lidiar bastante bien con ese tipo de cortecitos.”
― Paula Peralta Pozanco, Sobre dioses y gula

“Despite their best efforts, however, they never encountered the Slasher.”
― Patrick Brode, The Slasher Killings: A Canadian Sex-Crime Panic, 1945-1946

“Family is only as strong as compliance is deep. Around here, blood runs as freely as water. And as tainted.”
― Raelle Lowe, Hackett Creek

“I wonder if anyone watches me, if someone across the street sees the glow of my bedroom, the silhouette of my canopy, the flick of my vape light, the press of my palm against glass. Do they see a girl? Or do they see the monster inside the maiden?

I could be your neighbor. I could be the one who waves at your dog, the one who compliments your shoes on the train, the one who holds the door for your precious daughter.

And I could be the last thing you ever see.”
― Lee Stackhouse, Diary of a Damsel Dame

“I could tie someone up with that silk scarf and throw him into the river, his bloated body bobbing up in the morning to spoil the tourists’ breakie.

I could stab someone’s eardrums in with the stiletto of my candy-pink heels.

I could slit someone’s eyeballs open with my mermaid scale sequin bomber jacket.
And I’d look fabulous doing it.

I think about that sometimes. The utility of beauty.”
― Lee Stackhouse, Diary of a Damsel Dame

“People like them never expect darkness to crawl into their perfect lives.

Robots, both of them, NPCs wandering around in the matrix as a reminder to fall in line with the made up fallacy of an American Dream—a nickname for an idea so perfectly aligned with its inevitable destiny of doom it sounds preplanned.

They pose as a remnant of the nuclear family, an idiotic ideal that catastrophically blew apart nearly immediately after conception—an intelligent design behind the hellscape we know as society.”
― Lee Stackhouse, Diary of a Damsel Dame

“Loneliness was never meant for the living; it was especially designed for the dying by Satan himself.

Whether we’re surrounded by loved ones or not, it’s only the one slipping into the next world that is experiencing death.

Dying is the loneliest moment of anyone’s life—and everyone seems hell-bent on getting there as fast as possible.”
― Lee Stackhouse

“The Needle Man wasn't outside anymore.”
― Josh Winning, Burn the Negative

“He heard a whispering voice as footsteps beat the dirt. “Got to make them pay. Got to make them all pay.” He heard something heavy being dragged over the dirt. He heard his own throat give a final whine as air left it. Then he heard nothing.”
― Josh Winning, Heads Will Roll

“My fingers bleed, are sliced to shreds, but finally I’m done. For the first time since high school, I have bangs. They’re spiky and uneven, make me think about memes celebrating that weird moment in the early noughties when everybody in Hollywood got the “Scream 3 Courteney Cut.”
― Josh Winning, Heads Will Roll

“As I read the messages, I stop breathing. I feel the trees crowding in through the windows. They whisper and press against my face, pushing branches into my mouth, and it’s suddenly too quiet in here. Too unbearably quiet, aside from the thud of blood in my temples.”
― Josh Winning, Heads Will Roll

“I’m pretty sure a sound woke me up. I hold my breath, listening. The vein in my temple throbs against my skull. Silence hisses in my ears. Then— Knock. Knock. Knock.”
― Josh Winning, Heads Will Roll

“The gloom is comforting, though. It feels womblike. Protective. Nothing can reach me here. Nobody can take my picture or yell at me in the street or slide into my DMs to tell me real quick just how they're going to take me apart, piece by dripping piece.”
― Josh Winning

“Horror never lied. It never assured you it would all work out. It never shied away from reality. Horror was different. Horror was honest. Horror hurt in the best way possible.”
― Josh Winning, Heads Will Roll