Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Autumn XXVI

"The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited." 

Stephen King, Bag of Bones

Tuesday, 25 October 2016

Autumn XXV

"The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance; 
We find delight in the most loathsome things; 
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings, 
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance."  

Charles Baudelaire

Monday, 24 October 2016

Autumn XXIV

"There is nothing like the silence and loneliness of night to bring dark shadows 
over the brightest mind." 

Washington Irving, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

Sunday, 23 October 2016

Autumn XXIII

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep, 
But I have promises to keep, 
And miles to go before I sleep..." 

Robert Frost

Saturday, 22 October 2016

Autumn XXII

"Now he was praying because the Witches' Sabbath was drawing near [...] when hell's blackest evil roamed the earth and all the slaves of Satan gathered for nameless rites and deeds. It was always a very bad time... There would be bad doings, and a child or two would probably go missing."  

HP Lovecraft, Dreams in the Witch House

Friday, 21 October 2016

Autumn XXI

So I went on and on till I came to the secret wood which must not be described, and I crept into it by the way I had found. And when I had gone about halfway I stopped... I bound the handkerchief tightly round my eyes, and made quite sure that I could not see at all, not a twig, nor the end of a leaf, nor the light of the sky... Then I began to go on, step by step, very slowly. My heart beat faster and faster, and something rose in my throat that choked me and made me want to cry out, but I shut my lips, and went on. Boughs caught in my hair as I went, and great thorns tore me; but I went on to the end of the path. Then I stopped, and held out my arms and bowed, and I went round the first time, feeling with my hands, and there was nothing. I went round the second time, feeling with my hands, and there was nothing. Then I went round the third time, feeling with my hands, and the story was all true, and I wished that the years were gone by, and that I had not so long a time to wait before I was happy for ever and ever. 

The White People by Arthur Machen

Thursday, 20 October 2016

Autumn XX

The woods enthralled her... Little by little did she become absorbed into them... She would sit for hours motionless, hoping, believing, that at any moment the revelation might come to her, and that she would see the Dryads dancing, and hear the pipes of Pan. 

The woods were aware of her, the trees knew of her presence and were watching her... A feeling of pride, of joy, of a little fear, possessed her... She knew something great was coming, something awe-inspiring, something, perchance, terrible! 

Already she began to feel invisible, inaudible beings closing in upon her, already she began to know that slowly her strength, her will, were being drawn out of her. And for what end? Terror began to possess itself of her... 

The woods enthralled her.

'In the Woods' by Amyas Northcote

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

Autumn XIX

"Not a word of goodbye, not even a note 
She's gone with the man in the long black coat."

Bob Dylan

Tuesday, 18 October 2016

Autumn XVIII

"The Erl-king will do you grievous harm."  

Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber

Monday, 17 October 2016

Autumn XVII

"Some houses are born bad." 

Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

Sunday, 16 October 2016

Autumn XVI

"Keep away from Pumpkinhead, unless you're tired of living, 
His enemies are mostly dead, he's mean and unforgiving. 

It's when you think that he's forgot, he'll conjure your undoing..."

Saturday, 15 October 2016

Autumn XV

"It was just a colour out of space — a frightful messenger from unformed realms of infinity beyond all Nature as we know it; from realms whose mere existence stuns the brain and numbs us with the black extra-cosmic gulfs it throws open before our frenzied eyes." 

H.P. Lovecraft, The Colour Out of Space

Friday, 14 October 2016

Autumn XIV

"The sea fills my ear with sand and with fear. You may wash out the sand, but never the sound of the ghost of the sea that is haunting me."  

Ted Hughes, The Shell

Thursday, 13 October 2016

Autumn XIII

"I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers." 

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Wednesday, 12 October 2016

Autumn XII

He Who Walks Behind the Rows...