My friends had failed one by one,
Middle-aged, young, and old,
Till the ghosts were warmer to me
Than my friends that had grown cold.
I looked and I saw the ghosts
Dotting plain and mound:
They stood in the blank moonlight,
But no shadow lay on the ground:
They spoke without a voice
And they leaped without a sound.–Christina Rossetti (A Chilly Night)
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill’d into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings—the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum’d,
And men were gather’d round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other’s face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:–Lord Byron (Darkness)
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And never more shall leaves come forth
On the bough that bears the ban;
I am burned with dread, I am dried and dead,
From the curse of a guiltless man.
An evil creature in the twilight looping,
Flapped blindly in his face. Beating it off,
He screeched in terror, and straightway something clambered
Heavily from an oak, and dropped, bent double,
To shamble at him zigzag, squat and bestial.
The Pirate slaughtered the captain’s maid;
(Antoine Valterre became the Devil’s king.)
And her broken heart rotted holding the blade.
(A vampire’s thirst is a deadly thing.)–JL
And when thy heart drummed its horrid beat, dreadful the writhing of its legs and
the gnashing of its teeth?-JM
“Great God!” he muttered as cold sweat formed on his body. “This thing is beyond all reason, yet with mine own eyes I see it! Two vows have here been kept…”–Robert E Howard
Here’s a story of creeping horror that rises, gradually, to a powerful
climax. It’s a story not easily
forgotten!–WT
“In literature I have walked the midnight paths with Poe or crept amidst the shadows with
Machen; combed the realms of horrific stars with Baudelaire, or steeped myself with earth’s inner madness amidst the tales of ancient lore.” –Robert Bloch (The Shambler From the Stars)
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“The sun had set Blood Mountain ablaze with evening light. Long shadows stretched across the landscape of the forest. Ancient and mysterious was this mountain in the twilight. Dwindling shimmers of light illuminated briefly a rugged path that winded further and further up into the vastness of hardwoods and hemlock. Oh, how I shivered and glanced uneasily over my shoulder. Growing fear knocked at my chamber door in the growing quiet of this place. Miles behind me lay the nearest ranger’s outpost—thousands of miles ahead of me lay the expanse of the Appalachian Trail.”–Jeffrey LeBlanc
A shivery tale of WOLF DAHLGREN and his gruesome adventure with a great WOLF that trailed him through the arctic wastes!-WT
If a WEREWOLF is slain as a MAN, then his half soul will haunt his slayer forever!!–Robert E. Howard (In the Forest of Villefere)
He spake in wonder, not in fear:
“How walks a man who died?
“Friend of old times, what do ye here,
“Long fallen at my side?”
“Rise up, rise up,” Sir Richard said,
“The hounds of doom are free;
“The slayers come to take your head
“To hang on the ju-ju tree.
“Swift feet press the jungle mud
“Where the shadows are grim and stark,
“And naked men who pant for blood
“Are racing through the dark.”–Robert E Howard (The Return of Sir Richard Grenville)
Jeffrey LeBlanc 