One need not be a chamber to be haunted. One need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place.
Monsters are real, ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
Walls have ears.
Doors have eyes.
Trees have voices.
Beasts tell lies.
Beware the rain.
Beware the snow.
Beware the man
You think you know.
Danger doesn’t lurk at every corner. It’s just hanging out, waiting for fear and horror to show up.
Stare at the dark too long and you will eventually see what isn’t there.
This inhuman place makes human monsters.
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
There are horrors beyond life’s edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man’s evil prying calls them just within our range.
Even the devil was an angel once.
We ask only to be reassured about the noises in the cellar and the window that should not have been open.
Everyone is a moon and has a dark side, which he never shows to anybody.
Welcome to my nightmare. I think you’re gonna like it.
Just when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, you realize you’re standing on another trapdoor.
When I was a child, I was afraid of ghosts. When I grew up, I realized people are more scary.
Maybe all the schemes of the devil were nothing compared to what man could think up.
The world outside had its own rules and those rules were not human.
We make our own monsters, then fear them for what they show us about ourselves.
The real world is where the monsters are.
That cold ain’t the weather. That’s death approaching.
Every day is Halloween, isn’t it? For some of us.
By the picking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.
Sometimes the things in our heads are far worse than anything they could put in books or on film.
Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do?
I know that if I wasn’t scared, something’s wrong, because the thrill is what’s scary.
Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.
I don’t live in darkness, darkness lives in me.
Son, the greatest trick the Devil pulled was convincing the world there was only one of him.
I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ.
Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.
It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.