Jerrett Richards

“Sorry,’ I say again. But I quickly pull back my hand when my fingers encircle something hard, but no thicker than a flute, inside the thin sleeve of a blouse. And even though the tunnel is only illumined by the ambient light spilling from the Bakerloo Line platform, I am sure the figure I have touched has just bent forward at the waist and tried to bite my retreating hand. I hear the sound of something clacking, like two domino pieces in a wooden box. I step away.”
― Adam Nevill, Hasty for the Dark: Selected Horrors

“Who knows what wonders, what horrors, may have transpired in the dim past, before our race stood erect? Who can guess at the mysteries of the future, when we and all our works are passed away and the sun itself grows old? The”
― S.T. Joshi, A Mountain Walked: Great Tales of the Cthulhu Mythos

“Do not call up that which you cannot put down.”
― H P Lovecraft, The Case of Charles Dexter Ward

“We drive because we forget, he decided. We forget pain, we forget fear, we forget the hot-cold paralysis of near misses, we forget consequences. We forget our vulnerability: the very fragility of our bodies. We forget about our wobbling heads packed with brain matter, mounted on a thin spinal column – the weakest link in the entire animal kingdom. And we forget how we are dependent upon those minuscule threads of nerve tissue that, once severed, remove all sensation from the legs, and introduce the wheezing apparatus that will stand sentinel at our white-sheeted beds.”
― Adam Nevill, Hasty for the Dark: Selected Horrors