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80 Creepy Ass Quotes That'll Make You Lose Sleep Or Lose Your Mind

Don't read these after midnight. 
Holly Riordan
June 23, 2016
“All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.”
— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters: A Novel
Tagged: God, Boring, Death
“No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.”
— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters: A Novel
Tagged: Death, Love, Blood, creepy
“You cut up a thing that's alive and beautiful to find out how it's alive and why it's beautiful, and before you know it, it's neither of those things, and you're standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.”
— Clive Barker, Books of Blood, Vols. 1-3
Tagged: creepy, Blood, beauty, alive
“Here is a list of terrible things,
The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings
The rabid bite of the dogs of war,
The voice of one who went before,
But most of all the mirror's gaze,
Which counts us out our numbered days.”
— Clive Barker, Days Of Magic, Nights Of War
Tagged: Fear, creepy, Death
“We are all our own graveyards, I believe; we squat amongst the tombs of the people we were.”
— Clive Barker, Flash Wisdom
Tagged: graveyards, Death, Past
“Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.”
— Clive Barker, The Dark Fantastic
Tagged: creepy, Death, monsters
“We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.”
— Clive Barker, Absolute Midnight
Tagged: Death, Suffering, Pain
“I lay in bed and thought about how easy it was to hurt a person. It didn't have to be physical. All you had to do was take a good hard kick at something they cared about.”
— Jack Ketchum, The Girl Next Door
Tagged: Pain, Suffering
“Maybe all the schemes of the devil were nothing compared to what man could think up.”
— Joe Hill, Horns: A Novel
Tagged: devil, creepy, humanity
“When you think about it, most of the good ideas came along to make sin a whole lot easier.”
— Joe Hill, Horns: A Novel
Tagged: Sin, Evil
“I see God now as an unimaginative writer of popular fictions, someone who builds stories around sadistic and graceless plots, narratives that exist only to express His terror of a woman's power to choose who and how to love, to redefine love as she sees fit, not as God thinks it ought to be. The author is unworthy of His own characters.”
— Joe Hill, Horns: A Novel
Tagged: God, Life, Suffering
“I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherfucker.”
— Joe Hill, NOS4A2: A Novel
Tagged: Blood, Death, creepy
“Why is there evil in the world? Because sometimes you just wanna fuckin have it, and you don’t care who gets hurt.”
— Joe Hill, Horns: A Novel
Tagged: Evil, Sin, Desire
“Him and God are supposed to be at war with each other. But if God hates sin and Satan punishes the sinners, aren’t they working the same side of the street? Aren’t the judge and the executioner on the same team?”
— Joe Hill, Horns: A Novel
Tagged: God, satan, Evil
“The mad sometimes drilled holes in their own heads to let the demons out. To relieve the pressure of thoughts they could no longer bear. Jude understood the impulse. Each beat of his heart was a fresh and staggering blow felt in the nerves behind his eyes and in his temples. Punishing evidence of life.”
— Joe Hill, Heart-Shaped Box
Tagged: Life, Suffering, Pain
“Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.”
— Mark Z Danielewski, House of Leaves
Tagged: Time, Blood, Suffering
“Focus on these words, and whatever you do don’t let your eyes wander past the perimeter of this page. Now imagine just beyond your peripheral vision, maybe behind you, maybe to the side of you, maybe even in front of you, but right where you can’t see it, something is quietly closing in on you, so quiet in fact that you can only hear it as silence. Find those pockets without sound. That’s where it is. Right at this moment. But don’t look. Keep your eyes here. Now take a deep breath. Go ahead take and even deeper one. Only this time as you start to exhale try to imagine how fast it will happen, how hard it’s gonna hit you, how many times it will stab your jugular with it’s teeth or are they nails? Don’t worry, that particular detail doesn’t matter, because before you have time to even process that you should be moving, you should be running, you should at the very least be flinging up your arms – you sure as hell should be getting rid of this book – you won’t have time to even scream.

Don’t look.”
— Mark Z Danielewski, House of Leaves
Tagged: creepy, Death
“Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in.”
— Stephen King, The Shining
Tagged: Death, Love, Fear
“When I came into your life your life was over. It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the end.”
— Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men (Vintage International)
Tagged: Death, Life, The End
“I was not a lovable child, and I'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it'd be a scribble with fangs.”
— Gillian Flynn, Dark Places
Tagged: Soul, Unhappy, creepy
“I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.”
— Gillian Flynn, Dark Places
Tagged: mean, Sin, creepy
“When I was fourteen, I thought a lot about killing myself—it’s a hobby today, but at age fourteen it was a vocation. On a September morning, just after school started, I’d gotten Diane’s .44 Magnum and held it, babylike, in my lap for hours. What an indulgence it would be, to just blow off my head, all my mean spirits disappearing with a gun blast, like blowing a seedy dandelion apart. But I thought about Diane, and her coming home to my small torso and a red wall, and I couldn’t do it. It’s probably why I was so hateful to her, she kept me from what I wanted the most.”
— Gillian Flynn, Dark Places
Tagged: Suicide, Death, Suffering
“I am a cutter, you see. Also a snipper, a slicer, a carver, a jabber. I am a very special case. I have a purpose. My skin, you see, screams. It's covered with words - cook, cupcake, kitty, curls - as if a knife-wielding first-grader learned to write on my flesh. I sometimes, but only sometimes, laugh. Getting out of the bath and seeing, out of the corner of my eye, down the side of a leg: babydoll. Pull on a sweater and, in a flash of my wrist: harmful. Why these words? Thousands of hours of therapy have yielded a few ideas from the good doctors. They are often feminine, in a Dick and Jane, pink vs. puppy dog tails sort of way. Or they're flat-out negative. Number of synonyms for anxious carved in my skin: eleven. The one thing I know for sure is that at the time, it was crucial to see these letters on me, and not just see them, but feel them.”
— Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
Tagged: cutting, self-harm, Blood
“Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. Three more days to get through until I don't have to worry about life anymore.”
— Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
Tagged: Death, Life, creepy
“I can't recall a single amazing thing I have seen firsthand that I didn't immediately reference to a movie or TV show. A fucking commercial. You know the awful singsong of the blasé: Seeeen it. I've literally seen it all, and the worst thing, the thing that makes me want to blow my brains out, is: The secondhand experience is always better. The image is crisper, the view is keener, the camera angle and the soundtrack manipulate my emotions in a way reality can't anymore. I don't know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a loved one dies, we know the words to say. If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. We are all working from the same dog-eared script.

It's a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.

And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don't have genuine souls.

It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I'm not a real person and neither is anyone else.”
— Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl
Tagged: Souls, humanity
“I felt a queasy mixture of relief and horror: when you finally stop an itch and realize it’s because you’ve ripped a hole in your skin.”
— Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl
Tagged: Suffering, Pain, Horror
“Mary started to scream, and then the curtains parted further and a hand appeared, holding a butcher's knife. It was the knife that, a moment later, cut off her scream.

And her head.”
— Robert Bloch, Psycho: A Novel
Tagged: Death, Blood, Murder
“Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, we're red.”
— Clive Barker, Books of Blood, Vols. 1-3
Tagged: Blood, Death, humans
“I’ll tell you now. That silence almost beat me. It’s the silence that scares me. It’s the blank page on which I can write my own fears. The spirits of the dead have nothing on it. The dead one tried to show me hell, but it was a pale imitation of the horror I can paint on the darkness in a quiet moment.”
— Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns (The Broken Empire)
Tagged: Fear, Silence, Darkness
“Blood is really warm,
it's like drinking hot chocolate
but with more screaming.”
— Ryan Mecum, Zombie Haiku: Good Poetry For Your...Brains
Tagged: Blood, Death, creepy