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Sorry, we've got ghosts.
So often the monsters that crowd our minds are nothing more than the strange and thoroughly alien progeny of our own fearful fantasies.
Little creatures they were who seemed to have been blown from glass.
I know that traditionally, monsters hang around empty places for no apparent reason - and
They that have voice of lions and act of hares,
are they not monsters?
I said we are Ghodratis and there's nothing that Ghodratis like more than a bargain.
Those monsters in your closets and under your beds? They are just as real as us. The difference is that we fear what we don't understand, while they understand exactly, what we fear.
Stuffed creatures, come to life and attack werewolves.
Wraiths! Wraiths on wings!
Reasonable readers would have accepted my book about ghouls as a work of fiction, but such readers are rare, and most condemned it as a hoax. Even worse, totally unreasonable readers took it for a scientific treatise.
Cats. Furry little sociopaths that we invite into our homes.
Rats. Rats, mice, and rodents.
They ate my humanity but no humanity in beginning humans Earth dust atoms
Clever microorganisms defy gods
But defy nothing
Phantom of truth
Beneath reality's facade
Fucking zombies. They're almost as bad as tarantulas.
The people are all ghouls, and everything is ghostly. Everything is a ghoulish replica of the real world, a replica, a ghoul, all soiled, everything sordid. It's like being mad, Ursula.
I am haunted by human
I've actually seen a ghost, so I know they're really around.
A vampire who's afraid of the dark, for Crowley's sake.
Soul-sucking vampires who were profiting from the increased sense of helplessness in society.
What makes these creatures so awful is the feeling that they can use us in ways too horrible to imagine-and yet, we DO imagine them, which makes it worse than seeing it.
Spiders - the way they move freaks me out. It's so malevolent.
Vampires and humans; we are all monsters in our own way at the end of a dream, or a nightmare.
Two tiny corpses, one male and the other female, rattle around that enormous closet in my bedroom. Though deceased, still they are quick enough to hide themselves whenever I need to enter the closet to retrieve something.
Sometimes, when the monsters come, you need a dark, monstrous thing to pit against them.
There were faces at the windows and words written in blood; deep in the crypt a lonely ghoul crunched on something that might once have been alive; forked lightnings slashed the ebony night; the faceless were walking; all was right with the world
They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.
They walked through the rainy dark like gaunt ghosts, and Garraty didn't like to look at them. They were the walking dead.
Creatures that hang themselves up like an old rag, to sleep;
And disgustingly upside down.
Hanging upside down like rows of disgusting old rags
And grinning in their sleep.
Bats!
The only monsters in this world are those who pass for human, who cast shadows and are reflected in mirrors, who smile and speak of compassion and shed convincing tears.
There are no monsters. The monster is us.
Is there anything more frightening than people?
There was a malevolence about them, a sinister feel as their eyes locked onto us and didn't let go.
Ghosts are the only ones who never have to feel scared. Because the worst thing in the world has already happened to them.
Genghises. Large, angry Genghises.
The Mollusks - generous hosts when they weren't trying to kill you.
The world is chock-full of monsters.
Bad news is, they've figured out I'm alive. Worse news, I can't be sure about them. Their decomposing stench burns my throat. They don't sound very big. Maybe they're pygmy zombies.
Humans, werewolves, or, apparently, vampire, it doesn't matter; get more than three of them together and the jockeying for power begins.
They kind of look like evil lawn gnomes
They are paper cutouts rather than people, Pram thought. They are shadows with black dots for eyes and grim lines for mouths. They almost resemble the dead, but not quite.
Our demons, they have a way of becoming self-fulfilling.
Real life ... Witches: Wiccan practitioners. Werewolves: rare strain of rabies. Zombies: Prions/Plague. Vampires: Hemophilia/Porphyria
Those are the love killers. They love you and then they kill you. They're from another planet. Supposedly.
I've always been partial to werewolves, perhaps because there's a desperation to their plight that resonates.
Call them what you want. Garden gnomes. Lawn ornaments. Little evil outdoor statuary hell-bent on world domination. It doesn't matter. What does matter is that, right now, they're hiding in plain sight, pretending to be symbols of merriment and good will.
Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?
You and everyone else on the planet," I said. "Nobody actually knows, and they won't tell us, so everybody sits around guessing and theorizing, and it's all kind of pointless. Maybe they're spacefaring micemen from Planet Cheese and they've come for our provolone.
What monstrosities would walk the streets were some people's faces as unfinished as their minds.
monsters find each other in the dark
They lurk in the cold and dark.Hungry and,wicked,they wait for their one chance to devour the weak on Sorry Night.Then the vours feast on a banquet of fear.Your fear.They steal your soul but your body remains.No one knows the difference.
We don't see them, but, invisible, they act all around us.
Did they look like psychos? They were vampires. Psychos do not explode when sunlight hits them - I don't give a fuck how crazy they are!
Men, I say, but better to call them human spiders that go crawling in between and under the tables with rags in their hands, ..from the reader's choice about MK Gandhi and his works for the regeneration of human kind.
The Nephilim - the bogeyman for monsters, and all those who could be monsters.
I just kill them because they were monsters and demons.
The moths look like souls in the underworld,
I love monsters.
Aaaaaaaagh! I screamed, emerging from the wards and onto Murphy's front lawn, chock-full of new insight as to why ghosts are always moaning or wailing when they come popping out of somebody's wall or floor. Not much mystery there - it freaking hurts.
They were once fairies and elves. Now they are creatures from beyond the stars because you no longer believe in anything but humans.
Soon we could barely recognize them. They were taller than we were, and heavier. They were loud beyond belief. I feel like a duck that's hatched goose's eggs.
An archaeologist is a ghoul with credentials.
I would sometimes see them among the trees, as I did this particular day. They did not come near and never said a word. They stood silently among the shadows.
Demons, werewolves, zombies
they're all supposed to be for entertainment purposes only.
What do they call a collective of ghosts?"
"I don't know. What?"
"A fraid.
Barking spiders!
Their monstrous forms represent the perverse defiance of normal categories and the confusion of identity associated with social and cosmic disorder.
What they might become in darkness nobody cared to think.
They were savages, yet they were ghosts. The two most terrible and dreaded foes of civilised experience seemed combined at once in them.
Are the most dangerous creatures the ones that use doors or the ones that don't?
There was a goblin, or a trickster or a warrior. A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos. Nothing could stop it or hold it or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world ...
What's that in the mirror, or the corner of your eye, What's that footstep following but never passing by. Perhaps their all just waiting, Perhaps when we're all dead out they'll come a-slithering from underneath the bed
Bleeping faeries," I muttered darkly. Why couldn't they leave me alone?
Uber-vamp's eyes lit up. "Faeries? Do you know where I can find one?"
I rolled my eyes. "Trust me,if I could, I'd set you loose on the whole race.
better to meet a ghoul, which one can see, than a bhole, which one cannot see.
Mom used to tell us stories of these bogeymen when we were kids, and Lizzy would crawl into my bed so she could fall asleep. Stories of the monsters who forced us underground, and when the force field faltered, would snatch us from our homes.
We call them grunters. They're ghost hunters but grunters is more appropriate because most of them are pigs.
I wish ghosts were real!
Nordlings. The men before men, creatures of great power and incredible cruelty.
There is a rowdy strain in American life, living close to the surface but running very deep. Like an ape behind a mask, it can display itself suddenly with terrifying effect.
I actually have a very real, irrational fear of zombies.
I've seen golems. They don't behave like a real person.
You cannot deny, my dear friend, that there are in existence creatures who are neither man nor beast, but strange unearthly creations, born of the nefarious passions that arise in distorted minds.
Moths are the ones that freak me out. It's something to do with the way that, if they get squashed, they turn to dust. There's something very wrong about that. It all feels a bit Gothic.
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
We are fascinated by the darkness in ourselves, we are fascinated by the shadow, we are fascinated by the boogeyman.
I'm horrified of leprechauns. I'm horrified that I might be leprechauns.
Romans and fairies and death dogs, oh my.
Punitive ghosts like steam-driven tennis courts
haunt the apples in my nonexistent orchard.
I remember when there were just worms out there
and they danced in moonlit cores on warm September
nights.
If they are monsters, we should ask ourselves who made them that way.
Monkey People? They
After watching too many scary movies it was hard not to have an overactive imagination, along with an inherent distrust of seemingly benevolent (and sometimes inanimate) things, like lawn gnomes.
We begin as children imagining and fearing ghosts. By degrees, through our long lives, we come to be the very ghosts inhabiting the lost landscapes of our childhood.
Im being haunted by midgets. Heavy, determined, club wieldind midgets
Creatures of the night were rising from their resting places and venturing forth to feed on their unsuspecting victims.
The most haunting time at which to see them is at the turn of the moon, when they utter strange wailing cries; but the lagoon is dangerous for mortals
Toads, beetles, bats.
Humans. Sometimes they make chimps look smart.
Monsters are made
Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.
Everyone has a monster inside
Who do they become when night descends, a cool puff of smoke, and vampires come out to party?