There were a Rattling and Rolling, Groaning, Screeching, and Hissing, such as no Things of this Earth cou'd raise up, and which must needs have come from those Caves that only black Magick can discover, and only the Divell unlock.
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The Dunwich Horror
by
H. P. Lovecraft
The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them. They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen.
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The Dunwich Horror
by
H. P. Lovecraft
There are horrors beyond horrors, and this was one of those nuclei of all dreamable hideousness which the cosmos saves to blast an accursed and unhappy few.
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The Shunned House
by
H. P. Lovecraft
The general fact is, that the house was never regarded by the solid part of the community as in any real sense "haunted." There were no widespread tales of rattling chains, cold currents of air, extinguished lights, or faces at the window. Extremists sometimes said the house was "unlucky," but that is as far as even they went. What was really beyond dispute is that a frightful proportion of persons died there.
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The Shunned House
by
H. P. Lovecraft
"I say alone, for one who sits by a sleeper is indeed alone; perhaps more alone than he can realize."
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The Shunned House
by
H. P. Lovecraft
They were strange, the facts about them: their staying inside by day, their avoidance of garlic, their death by stake, their reputed fear of crosses, their supposed dread of mirrors.
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I Am Legend
by
Richard Matheson
"Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend."
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I Am Legend
by
Richard Matheson
It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes.
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The Age of Innocence
by
Edith Wharton
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
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Paul Clifford
by
Edward Bulwer-Lytton
A dry wind rustled, and around him the heaps of bones broke.
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Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
by
Philip K. Dick