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One of the thoughts that, as I don’t in the least shrink now from noting, used to be with me in these wanderings was that it would be as charming as a charming story suddenly to meet some one. Some one would appear there at the turn of a path and would stand before me and smile and approve. I didn’t ask more than that – I only asked that he should
... See moreSusie Boyt • The Turn of the Screw and Other Ghost Stories
Mutely the chapel looked back at him across a car park glossed by rain. Its door was closed, and newly painted green; beside the door a green bay tree flourished like the wicked in the thirty-seventh psalm. An east wind blowing up the Alder moved the cold illuminated air, and the bay tree danced in its small black bed. The chapel did not dance. Its
... See moreSarah Perry • Enlightenment
A large, pale moth fluted around the room and alighted on the rim of the lampshade, imprinting its shadow on the wall. I reached over to flick it away, but my hand was stayed by a voice in my head. The souls of the people we once loved, come to watch over us.
The House Of Doors, Tan Twan Eng
There had been a moment when I believed I recognized, faint and far, the cry of a child; there had been another when I found myself just consciously starting as at the passage, before my door, of a light footstep. But these fancies were not marked enough not to be thrown off, and it is only in the light, or the gloom, I should rather say, of other
... See moreSusie Boyt • The Turn of the Screw and Other Ghost Stories
Silet per diem universus, nec sine horrore secretus est; lucet nocturnis ignibus, chorus Aegipanum undique personatur: audiuntur et cantus tibiarum, et tinnitus cymbalorum per oram maritimam.
Arthur Machen • The Great God Pan
If you’re in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.
Haruki Murakami • Norwegian Wood
He was no longer the man he had known, or rather thought himself.
George MacDonald • The Complete Fairy Tales
She’d just been standing quiet and still. A specialty of trees.
Will Wight • Waybound (Cradle Book 12)
when a protagonist journeys into the woods, the woods have to be as frightening, as dark and foreboding as home is welcoming.