To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. 

Shadows of Fear by RaphaelC

Originally posted 2011-07-18 20:33:59. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream

Shinybinarys Horror by unknown

Originally posted 2011-07-19 21:07:25. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

THE “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal — the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour.

The Horde by evilburrito

Originally posted 2011-07-13 21:19:20. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Living is Easy with Eyes Closed.

primal fear by neodecay

Originally posted 2011-07-26 22:08:23. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Horrific Guitar

Originally posted 2011-07-23 07:50:31. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

I have learned not to think little of any one’s belief, no matter how strange it may be.  I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane

The Beast Under Your Bed By Azzurayelos

Originally posted 2011-07-16 22:33:02. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Childhood Fears by Joshua Hoffine

Originally posted 2011-07-24 08:06:16. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

The Last Walker by Imnooob

Originally posted 2011-07-22 10:44:50. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

It is more than probable that I am not understood; but I fear, indeed, that it is in no manner possible to convey to the mind of the merely general reader, an adequate idea of that nervous intensity of interest with which, in my case, the powers of meditation (not to speak technically) busied and buried themselves, in the contemplation of even the most ordinary objects of the universe.

Wasteland Wanderer by Obsidian Sun

Originally posted 2011-07-22 19:39:12. Republished by Blog Post Promoter