Status Updates From The Folio Book of Horror St...

Music of Erich Zann - ok
Smoke Ghost - good
Brenda - zombie lover
The Bus - Karen on a bus on Groundhog Day

Fall of the house of usher - ok
The yellow wallpaper - Creepypasta ish
Count Magnus - meh
The White People - interesting fairytale like

As with any book from The Folio Society, beautiful illustrations and beautiful writing. Im loving it.

Instead, a harsch voice simply began speaking. "This is nine! This is ten! We have killed your friends! Every friend is now dead! This is six!" Mike listened with growing horror, not at what the voice was saying but at its rasping empitness. It was not a machine-generated voice, but it wasn't human voice, either. It was the voice of the room. The presence pouring out of the walls and the floor...

1408, Stephen King

"What concerned me - what frightened me - is that i found myself reading the work of an intelligent, talented man who doesn't believe one single thing he has written"

1408, Stephen King

No true challenge to the rich unreality of Vastarien, where every formation suggested a thousand others, every sound disseminated everlasting echoes, every word founded a world. [...]
Even its most humble aspects proclaimed this truth: was there anything or anywhere in tedious actuality that could conjure the abundant and strange imaginings in the dream?

"Vastarien", Thomas Ligotti.

Then Miss harper saw the big beautiful doll sitting on a small chair, the doll with long golden curls and wide-lashed blu eyes and a stiff organdy party dress; as Miss Harper held out her hands in joy the doll opened her eyes and stood up. "Rosabelle", Miss Harper cried out, "Rosabelle, it's me".
[...]
"Go away, old lady", the doll sad, "go away, old lady, go away".

"I'm a little frightened. Ronny just had a scare. It woke him up. He kept pointing to the window saying, "Black man, black man." Of course, it's something he dreamed. But i'm frightened. You will be home? What's that, dear? Can't you hear me?"

"Smoke ghost", Fritz Leiber

"...When I looked from that highest of all gable windows, looked while the candles sputtered and the insane viol howled with the night-wind, I saw no city spread below, and no friendly lights gleaming from remembered streets, but only the blackness of space illimitable; unimagined space alive with motion and music, and having no semblance to anything on earth."

The music of Erich Zann, H.P. Lovecraft

"She knew how to do all the awful things, how to destroy young men, and how to put a curse on people, and other things that I could not understand. And her real name was the Lady Avelin, but the dancing people called her Cassap, which meant somebody very wise, in the old language. And she was whiter than any of them and taller, and her eyes shone in the dark like burning rubies..."

The white people, Arthur Machen

"If any man desires to obtain a long life, if he would obtain a faithful messenger and see the blood of his enemis, it is necessary that he should first go into the city of Chorazin..."

"No, do not go; we are sure you will meet with persons walking who should not be walking. They should be resting, not walking."

"Count Magnus", M.R. James

There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will. Behind that outside pattern the dim shapes get clearer every day. It is always the same shape, only very numerous. And it is like a woman stooping down and creeping about behind that pattern.

"The yellow wallpaper", Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Shaking this off with a gasp and a struggle, i uplifted myself upon the pillows, and, peering earnestly within the intense darkness of the chamber, harkened - i know not why, except that an instinctive spirit prompted me - to certain low and indefinite sounds wich came, through the pauses of the storm, at long intervals, i knew not whence.

"The fall of the House of Usher", Edgar Allan Poe.