GHOST STORIES of M.R. James:
‘Between him and the moonlight was the black outline of the curious bunched head…Then there was a figure in the room. Dry earth rattled on the floor.’ –M. R. James (There Was a Man Who Dwelt by a Churchyard)
‘Between him and the moonlight was the black outline of the curious bunched head…Then there was a figure in the room. Dry earth rattled on the floor.’ –M. R. James (There Was a Man Who Dwelt by a Churchyard)
‘It’s not the kind of story that the columnists like to print; it’s not the yarn press-agents love to tell. When I was still in the Public Relations Department at the studio, they wouldn’t let me break it. I knew better than to try, for no paper would print such a tale. We publicity men must present Hollywood as a gay place; a world of glamor and star-dust. We capture only the light, but underneath the light there must always be shadows. I’ve always known that—it’s been my job to gloss over those shadows for years—but the events of which I speak from a disturbing pattern too strange to be withheld. The shadow of these incidents is not human.’
—Robert Bloch (Return to the Sabbath)
#vampire #Ghost #youtube #books #horrorstories #youtube #horrorstory #booktube #horrorshorts #horrorstories #pirates #flowers ‘She was wild, almost savage, with her great dark eyes boring into him. Her skin was white, smooth as alabaster. Her hair was jet black; and a waving coil of it, like a broken cobweb of pitch strings, framed her face. Grotesque hoops […]
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#ghost #ghoststory #halloween #horrorstories #peterstraub #books #youtube ‘The silver moon shines brilliantly with the winter stars Casting a glow on strangers who never say who they are They too share the mountain place with me— Apparitions housed in quiet stones out under the low-limbed tree I’m sure their names are also lost to time, and […]
#halloween #halloween2023 #books #horrorstories #death #horror #booktube #farnsworthwright ‘The wind howled until the house quaked; it shrilled past the eaves and fled across the fields like a hunted ghost. And now the girl’s pounding pulses drowned out the screaming of the wind, for the presence had invaded her bedroom!’ — Farnsworth Wright (The Closing Hand) […]
#halloween #halloween2023 #horrorstories #booktube #authortube #weirdtales #skeleton #lake ‘Stumbling from the mountains with winds screaming against me, Wet window-panes, and ghoulish hinges, greeted defiantly, Faux bravery secured my soul inside laughing a cowardice jest. But the wind shrieked admittance with an evil, torturous request.’ —Jeffrey LeBlanc (Phantoms of Skeleton Lake) https://youtube.com/@dwellerofthedark?sub_confirmation=1 https://youtube.com/shorts/gaZAcayE96s?feature=share https://youtu.be/3UjTY8cLLPc https://youtube.com/shorts/z48NBlWR2uk?feature=share https://youtube.com/shorts/yQkChZJGTK4?feature=share […]
#horrorcommunity #witches #horrortales #booktube #ghosts #story #witchcraft #horrorstories #witchesofinstagram #theturnofthescrew #horrorstory #horrortale #trumancapote #ghoststories #halloween I have walked a great while over the snow, And I am not tall nor strong. My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set, And the way was hard and long. I have wandered over the fruitful earth, But […]
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”–Edgar Allan Poe (The Raven)
‘We lay, my love and I
Beneath the weeping willow
But now alone I lie
And weep beside the tree
Singing “Oh willow waly”
By the tree that weeps with me
Singing “Oh willow waly”
Till my lover returns to me
We lay, my love and I
Beneath the weeping willow
But now alone I lie
Oh willow I die
Oh willow I die…’
—George Auric & Paul Dehn (O Willow Waly)
‘For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.’ –Edgar Allan Poe (Annabel Lee)
When Lazarus left the grave, where, for three days and three nights he had been under the enigmatical sway of death, and returned alive to his dwelling, for a long time no one noticed in him those sinister oddities, which, as time went on, made his very name a terror.–Leonid Andreyev (Lazarus)
There was no moon. What a night! I was frightened, horribly frightened in these narrow paths, between two rows of graves. Graves! Graves! Graves! Nothing but graves! On my right, on my left, in front of me, around me, everywhere there were graves! I sat down on one of them, for I could not walk any longer, my knees were so weak. I could hear my heart beat! And I heard something else as well. What?.—Henri Rene Albert Guy de Maupassant (Was it a Dream?)