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Crazy got nothin on us" Neesa

Creatures, like myself, have voices that are laced with impending peril, and yet, each and every time they succeed in hypnotising another victim.

Creatures, Malorie thinks. What a cheap word.

Creatures...infinity...our minds have ceilings, Malorie...these things...they are beyond it...higher than it...out of reach...out of—

Creepy keeps creeping across the cold cobbles. Watch how he creeps and be sure he hasn’t crept up on you.

¿Cuánto miedo puedes soportar Mendhoza?

Curtis Bane screamed and though I came around fast and fired in the same motion, he’d already pulled a heater and begun pumping metal at me. We both missed and I was empty, that drum clicking uselessly. I went straight at him. Happily, he too was out of bullets and I closed the gap and slammed the butt of the rifle into his chest. Should’ve knocked him down, but no. The bastard was squat and powerful as a wild animal, thanks to being a coke fiend, no doubt. He ripped the rifle from my grasp and flung it aside. He locked his fists and swung them up into my chin, and it was like getting clobbered with a hammer, and I sprawled into a row of trash cans. Stars zipped through my vision. A leather cosh dropped from his sleeve into his hand and he knew what to do with it all right. He swung it in a short chopping blow at my face and I got my left hand up and the blow snapped my two smallest fingers, and he swung again and I turned my head just enough that it only squashed my ear and you better believe that hurt, but now I’d drawn the sawback bayonet I kept strapped to my hip, a fourteen-inch grooved steel blade with notched and pitted edges—Jesus-fuck who knew how many Yankee boys the Kraut who’d owned it gashed before I did for him—and stabbed it to the guard into Bane’s groin. Took a couple of seconds for Bane to register it was curtains. His face whitened and his mouth slackened, breath steaming in the chill, his evil soul coming untethered. He had lots of gold fillings. He lurched away and I clutched his sleeve awkwardly with my broken hand and rose, twisting the handle of the blade side to side, turning it like a car crank into his guts and bladder, putting my shoulder and hip into it for leverage. He moaned in panic and dropped the cosh and pried at my wrist, but the strength was draining from him and I slammed him against the wall and worked the handle with murderous joy. The cords of his neck went taut and he looked away, as if embarrassed, eyes milky, a doomed petitioner gaping at Hell in all its fiery majesty. I freed the blade with a cork-like pop and blood spurted down his leg in a nice thick stream and he collapsed, folding into himself like a bug does when it dies.

CUT THE POWER!" screamed the major.

Dad, are we lost?” Luke repeated the question. “Yeah, we’re lost,” Dad replied quietly. “Hopelessly lost.” Clay let out a soft cry and slumped in the seat. He looked a little like a balloon deflating. “Don’t tell him that!” Mom cried sharply. “What should I tell him?” Dad snapped back. “We’re nowhere near Zoo Gardens. We’re nowhere near civilization! We’re in the desert, going nowhere!

Damas y caballeros. Me temo que lo que voy a decir arruinará su apetito, pero la verdad es siempre bella, y debo declarar que: ¡las empanadas de la Sra. Lovett están hechas nada menos que de carne humana!

Darwin got it all wrong, you see. Fitness has nothing to do with it. It's survival of the sickest. That's all.

Darkness is a defining characteristic of Rotters. But it’s worthy to remember that darkness is just that—it’s dark—and what is being concealed in the dark is not just the horrible and fearsome, it’s also the inspirational and moving. Horror means nothing without happiness; dark means nothing without light. Rotters may make you feel scared, but hopefully it will also make you simply feel. It’s that kind of book, or at least I hope it is.

Darkness fell, gathering sin.

Darnell had received what is called a sound commercial education, and would therefore have found very great difficulty in putting into articulate speech any thought that was worth thinking;

Daylight does not lend itself to terror: objects and people are plain to see; and we encounter there only those things which dare to show themselves in the glare of day. But night, opaque night denser than walls, night, empty and infinite and so black and fathomless that terrifying things reach out and touch us, night when we feel horror stirring, mysteriously prowling―night seemed to him to hide some unknown, imminent, threatening danger. What could it be?

David hadn’t realized it, yet, but Day One of the Zombie Apocalypse had begun.

Das Böse kommt zu dir, wenn du es nicht erwartest. Wenn das Leben für Sie hell scheint, zeigt sich das Böse, um Ihnen die dunkle Seite des Lebens zu zeigen. Dies geschieht immer im schlimmsten Fall, der Ihr Leben in Gefahr bringt. Verzweiflung ist das, was Sie fühlen werden. Angst ist das, was du bekommen wirst. kein Ausweg aus diesem Horror

Deadlines help me, but my muse hates them. My muse functions in fits and starts, and tends to take very long vacations. Deadlines are like a hot poker to his ass. They force us both to sit down and write, which is what it takes to do this.

... death does not bring the life of a man to an end; it only opens the door to a higher form of life.

Death lurked everywhere. Death was alive and well.

Death was a living creature. Death was a man tormented by his past. Death was once a human.

Death. We accept that it's going to happen, but that doesn't make it any less terrifying.

Death..." The voice dropped even more, black-gloved hands disappearing into the black folds of material. "Don't you feel it? We're all dead here...all...very...dead.

Death is not friendly. It's dark, black where you look at it. You're all alone. But it's no different when you're alive, right? No matter how many relationships we seem to have, we're all alone. - Misaki Mei

Death is one lover who cannot be spurned.

Death, man must face...

Defeated, Jo turned her head as the knives hurdled through the air. There was another photograph on the wall: a shot of Franny Jo had never seen before. As the woman in the photo watched her knives driven home, the corners of her mouth turned up. For the first time ever, Jo was privy to a genuine smile on the lips of Franny Trymark.

Defy all that’s holy, for they are the seekers Do the bidding for they are the devil’s speakers

De Herbert West, que fora o meu amigo durante os anos de universidade e tamén fóra dela, tan só podía falar cun intensi terror.

Demons? No problem. Just find your local stalker psycho and ask the whistling dear head hanging above his fireplace how many licks on a toostie pop does it take to make a demon go away.

Depression was like wearing tinted glasses and looking through them changed one's perception dramatically. A fancy new house could be construed as a bunch of boards nailed together.

Despite their displays of bravado, young boys can be peculiarly susceptible to atmosphere ("Between Four Yews")

Despite the horror, we survivors were endowed with a will to survive. Or instinct. Or maybe it was faith.

Did I never tell you Sassicaia makes me horny?

Did not the souls also of the righteous ask question of these things in their chambers, saying, "How long shall I hope on this fashion?" when cometh the fruit of the floor of our reward?

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

Die steinerne Verstocktheit barst, darunter kam die Fratze eines bis zum Irrsinn wütenden Kindes zum Vorschein

Dirge of the dying and the stench of fear, Black souls repent as hell draws near," - Percy Pemmeney the smuggler, from Curse of Ancient Shadows.

Di a tus amigos que soy el último de una raza agonizante. Único superviviente de un planeta moribundo. He venido a robar a todas las mujeres... a violar a todos los hombres... y a aprender cómo se baila el twist.

Die Geschichte der Monstrositäten und des Grauens ist ein Korb, vollgepackt mit Problemen; wenn der Schriftsteller vorbei kommt, nimmt man einen von seinen imaginären Schrecken aus dem Korb und legt einen eigenen wirklichen dafür hinein - für eine Zeit lang jedenfalls ...

Divining the difference between reality and the fantastic may not be as simple as it seems. Because the world you think you know may not actually exist…

Does it have a bed?" Liz asked doing her best to prop him up. "A couple of old army cots that probably have more mildew than a politician has bullshit.

Don't be afraid of the dark, it's a place where you can hide.

Donald Trump is worse than any horror story I've written.

Do not shoot anyone, if you are unsure! If you can save a life tonight, then you would have done your job well!” At this point, he was not sure they’d make it out of this alive, but he was prepared to die. “It was a pleasure working with you gentlemen! Make me proud!

Don't be afraid to express to the world about how you feel... Ask Donald Trump.

Do not be so ridiculous, I can more easily find you someone else.” Gripping the bars of his prison so strongly that the bones of his knuckles showed prominently through his pale skin, the monster growled again, “I will have no other.” Nearing the end of his patience, Klaus demanded, “Why? Why are you being so impossible?” Turning to the diminutive creature beneath the blanket, he smiled nastily, his light red eyes gleaming, “Because he wants her.

Do not wander in the deeps, Where the Shriker's shadow creeps. When he rises from beneath, Beware the Sharpness of his teeth.

Don't Become An Artist, Actor, Muscian, Producer or Writer, Etc, For Only The Money. You May Be Very Dissapointed.

...Don't be surprised, and I say it darkly, do not be surprised if you lose your Luke in this cause; perhaps Mrs. Dudley has not yet had her own mid morning snack, and she is perfectly capable of a filet de Luke á la meuniére, or perhaps dieppoise, depending upon her mood; if I do not return" -and he shook his finger warningly under the doctor's nose- "I entreat you to regard your lunch with the gravest suspicion." Bowing extravagantly, as befitted one off to slay a giant, he closed the door behind him.