Category: Horror

William Hope Hodgson – The Night Land

“And I cannot touch her face And I cannot touch her hair, And I kneel to empty shadows— Just memories of her grace; And her voice sings in the winds And in the sobs of dawn And among the flowers at night And from the brooks at sunrise And from the sea at sunset, And […]

William Hope Hodgson – The House on the Borderland

RIGHT AWAY in the west of Ireland lies a tiny hamlet called Kraighten. It is situated, alone, at the base of a low hill. Far around there spreads a waste of bleak and totally inhospitable country; where, here and there at great intervals, one may come upon the ruins of some long desolate cottage— unthatched […]

William Hope Hodgson – The Ghost Pirates

He began without any circumlocution. I joined the Mortzestus in ‘Frisco. I heard before I signed on, that there were some funny yarns floating round about her; but I was pretty nearly on the beach, and too jolly anxious to get away, to worry about trifles. Besides, by all accounts, she was right enough so […]

William Hope Hodgson – The Boats of the Glen-Carrig

Now we had been five days in the boats, and in all this time made no discovering of land. Then upon the morning of the sixth day came there a cry from the bo’sun, who had the command of the lifeboat, that there was something which might be land afar upon our larboard bow; but […]

William Hope Hodgson – Carnacki, The Ghost Finder

In response to Carnacki’s usual card of invitation to have dinner and listen to a story, I arrived promptly at 427, Cheyne Walk, to find the three others who were always invited to these happy little times, there before me. Five minutes later, Carnacki, Arkright, Jessop, Taylor and I were all engaged in the “pleasant […]

W. Somerset Maugham – The Magician

Arthur Burdon and Dr Porhoët walked in silence. They had lunched at a restaurant in the Boulevard Saint Michel, and were sauntering now in the gardens of the Luxembourg. Dr Porhoët walked with stooping shoulders, his hands behind him. He beheld the scene with the eyes of the many painters who have sought by means […]

Thomas Hardy – The Three Strangers

AMONG the few features of agricultural England which retain an appearance but little modified by the lapse of centuries, may be reckoned the high, grassy and furzy downs, coombs, or ewe-leases, as they are indifferently called, that fill a large area of certain counties in the south and south-west. If any mark of human occupation […]

Robert William Chambers – The King in Yellow

“Ne raillons pas les fous; leur folie dure plus longtemps que la nôtre… . Voila toute la différence.” Toward the end of the year 1920 the Government of the United States had practically completed the programme, adopted during the last months of President Winthrop’s administration. The country was apparently tranquil. Everybody knows how the Tariff […]

Robert Ervin Howard – The Thing On the Roof

They lumber through the night With their elephantine tread; I shudder in af right As I cower in my bed. They lift colossal wings On the high gable roofs Which tremble to the trample Of their mastodonic hoofs. —Justin Geoffrey: Out of the Old Land. Let me begin by saying that I was surprized when […]

Robert Ervin Howard – The Hyena

From the time when I first saw Senecoza, the fetish-man, I distrusted him, and from vague distrust the idea eventually grew into hatred. I was but newly come to the East Coast, new to African ways, somewhat inclined to follow my impulses, and possessed of a large amount of curiosity. Because I came from Virginia, […]

Robert Ervin Howard – The Horror From The Mound

STEVE BRILLdid not believe in ghosts or demons. Juan Lopez did. But neither the caution of the one nor the sturdy skepticism of the other was shield against the horror that fell upon them—the horror forgotten by men for more than three hundred years—a screaming fear monstrously resurrected from the black lost ages. Yet as […]

Robert Ervin Howard – The Fire of Asshurbanipal

YAR Am squinted carefully down the blue barrel of his Lee-Enfield, called devoutly on Allah and sent a bullet through the brain of a flying rider. “Allaho akbar!” The big Afghan shouted in glee, waving his weapon above his head, “God is great! By Allah, sahib, I have sent another one of the dogs to […]

Robert Ervin Howard – The Fearsome Touch of Death

As long as midnight cloaks the earth With shadows grim and stark, God save us from the Judas kiss Of a dead man in the dark. Old Adam Farrel lay dead in the house wherein he had lived alone for the last twenty years. A silent, churlish recluse, in his life he had known no […]

Robert Ervin Howard – The Dream Snake

The night was strangely still. As we sat upon the wide veranda, gazing out over the broad, shadowy lawns, the silence of the hour entered our spirits and for a long while no one spoke. Then far across the dim mountains that fringed the eastern skyline, a faint haze began to glow, and presently a […]

Robert Ervin Howard – The Cairn of the Headland

“This is the cairn you seek,” I said, laying my hand gingerly on one of the rough stones which composed the strangely symmetrical heap. An avid interest burned in Ortali’s dark eyes. His gaze swept the landscape and came back to rest on the great pile of massive weather-worn boulders. “What a wild, weird, desolate […]

Robert Ervin Howard – The Black Stone

“They say foul things of Old Times still lurk In dark forgotten corners of the world. And Gates still gape to loose, on certain nights. Shapes pent in Hell.” —Justin Geoffrey I read of it first in the strange book of Von Junzt, the German eccentric who lived so curiously and died in such grisly […]

Robert Ervin Howard – Skull-Face

“We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go.” —Omar Khayyam The horror first took concrete form amid that most unconcrete of all things—a hashish dream. I was off on a timeless, spaceless journey through the strange lands that belong to this state of being, a million miles away […]

Robert Ervin Howard – Pigeons from Hell

Griswell awoke suddenly, every nerve tingling with a premonition of imminent peril. He stared about wildly, unable at first to remember where he was, or what he was doing there. Moonlight filtered in through the dusty windows, and the great empty room with its lofty ceiling and gaping black fireplace was spectral and unfamiliar. Then […]

Richard Marsh – The Beetle

‘No room!— Full up!’ He banged the door in my face. That was the final blow. To have tramped about all day looking for work; to have begged even for a job which would give me money enough to buy a little food; and to have tramped and to have begged in vain,— that was […]

Richard Kadrey – Zombie

When he was nervous Dexter fingered the scar at the base of his skull. His friends, even his family, told him it was from the motorcycle accident. But Dexter knew that was a lie. He’d received the scar when he’d lost his soul in a rigged poker game with some hellspawn disguised as Rudy Clouson’s […]

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