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Hangsaman by Shirley Jackson
5.0
"All I need," said Tony, "is a desire so strong that the world, all of the world, has got to bend itself and forget itself and break out of its circles and rock itself crazy, all to do what I want, and there's got to be a great crash when the ground under me crashes itself wide open and the fire inside is forced to crawl away from my feet and the sky too turns back so that there is nothing above me and nothing below me and nothing in all time except me and what I want."
We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson
5.0
I will go on my winged horse and bring you cinnamon and thyme, emeralds and clove, cloth of gold and cabbages.
Salomé by Oscar Wilde
5.0
Look at the moon! How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a tomb. She is like a dead woman. You would fancy she was looking for dead things.
hettie and the ghost by Becca De La Rosa
5.0
Beneath its laughter there was a knife's edge, ready to slip and slash them both to pieces. Hettie felt it as clearly as she felt her own heartbeat; rather than dread or disquiet, though, it filled her with vicious joy. Let them be scarred and bloody. Let them tear shreds, one out of the other. What else did they deserve?
The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
5.0
And here I am, she thought. Here I am inside. It was not cold at all, but deliciously, fondly warm. It was light enough for her to see the iron stairway curving around and around up to the tower, and the little door at the top. Under her feet the stone floor moved caressingly, rubbing itself against the soles of her feet, and all around the soft air touched her, stirring her hair, drifting against her fingers, coming in a light breath across her mouth, and she danced in circles. No stone lions for me, she thought, no oleanders; I have broken the spell of Hill House and somehow come inside. I am home, she thought, and stopped in wonder at the thought. I am home, I am home, she thought; now to climb.
The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole
3.25
But alas! my Lord, what is blood! what is nobility! We are all reptiles, miserable, sinful creatures. It is piety alone that can distinguish us from the dust whence we sprung, and whither we must return.
Our Wives Under The Sea by Julia Armfield
4.0
The deep sea is a haunted house: a place in which things that ought not to exist move about in the darkness.
The Oleander Sword by Tasha Suri
4.75
I have looked upon the ocean, and it made me recall the tale of a river. And of a fish, searching for a new world on its bank. And I remember a tale of garlands. And ill stars. And two people who found their way to one another. Tell me, do you remember it too?