Scary Stories Quotes

“Really. And how much do you pay for each corp...I mean dearly departed?”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“Peabody stripped off Uptight’s clothing and placed him in a cast iron tub with several decomposing derelict dogs from the dump. He hogtied his arms behind him and connected his feet so he couldn't get any leverage to get out of the tub. Then, he made several slices through the Dean’s arms and legs with a butcher knife and rubbed some of the gangrenous tissue into the wounds so the infection would spread quickly throughout his extremities. By tomorrow, he was confident the maggots feeding on the dead dogs would transfer into the dean's body and start devouring him while he was still alive. * * * Three days later, both enclosures were teeming with flies and maggots. Five down and one to go, Trixy Montpelier.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“When it was over, Grandeur’s eyes were black empty sockets. All the flesh on his face had melted away, leaving a skull with a head full of hair and two floppy red ears. The horrific sight curtailed Osgood's desire for more peanuts.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“Fuck you, Max. I hope you rot in hell.” He opened the valve and the army of ants swept in covering the old-timer immediately. Fiasco's agonized screams were pitifully intoxicating as the flesh melted away under the precision one-quarter inch mandibles of the ravenous ant army. It only took about an hour for every trace of flesh to be eaten away, leaving only a skeleton inside the cage. Peabody had never enjoyed anything as much as witnessing the ants devour a human being rather than just an animal.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“Osgood darted from behind an azalea bush and stuck him in the neck with the syringe. When Fiasco flattened his nose on the sidewalk, Osgood chuckled with sadistic glee. He quickly produced the wheelbarrow he concealed in the shrubs, loaded the hefty man into it, and wheeled him to his van parked in the shadows. After transferring the bloated professor into the back, loading the wheelbarrow inside, he drove home and wheeled him into his basement where he could have him all to himself. When Fiasco came out of the stupor, he found himself strapped to a table inside a large glass enclosure. He tried desperately to escape but to no avail. Lifting his head and peering into the shadows outside the bright enclosure, he recognized Peabody seated in a chair with a bag of popcorn in his lap and a pint bottle of Pepsi. Shielding his eyes from the blinding lights, he called out, "Is that you, Osgood?" “Yes, Maximilian. I'm here, and I have a little surprise for you. I decided to use you in my latest experiment.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“someone moving inside and called out, “Mrs. Montague. This is Detective Rafferty. We think the killer may strike sometime tonight, and I wanted to check to see if you're okay.” He heard her whispery voice just beyond the door, “Or did you just stop by to see if I'm lurking about in the dark looking for warm blood?” Damn this psycho bitch. He didn't know what to say to this.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“much for your time, Mrs. Montague. We will do our best to bring the killer to justice.” “I'm sorry Detective Rafferty, your job is not to bring him to justice. It's to drive a stake through his heart. That's the only way you can stop him.” “I'll talk to the Captain about requisitioning some stakes to all the members of the local police force. Thanks again for your time. Keep your doors locked.” “Doors won't keep a vampire out,” she shouted as they headed for their car. The detectives didn't respond to this last remark. They just got into the car and drove away. “Man, that lady is Looney Tunes. Do you think we should call social services to find a suitable home for her son? There's no telling what that bitch might do next,” Ripley ranted.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“I don't believe Harvey would ever mislead me. He's been like a father to me all these years.” “What specifically have you been doing for the slimy bastard?” “Simple stuff like firebombing a few mom-and-pop convenience stores, contaminating a few villages in East Africa with smallpox. Nothing earth shattering.” ”And you thought he was your guardian angel even after he made you do those terrible things?”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“Then, she reached into the bag and withdrew the biggest, ugliest rat anyone had ever seen and bit its head off. Blood spurted in all directions until she turned her face upward and raising the headless carcass, let the blood wash over her body.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“What did you do?” Josh screamed. “I kept hitting her, and hitting her, and hitting her with this frying pan. I don't think you'll be able to recognize her now. I messed her up pretty bad.” “You killed my wife?” “Yes, she’s dead all right, several times over.” “If I get my hands on you....“ Justin interrupted, “I'm glad we had that talk on the bridge. When I left your place, I was feeling pretty down after you tried to help me, but then I remembered what you said, and I felt a whole lot better. Like you said, there might be five hundred women in North Dakota you can fall in love with and thousands everywhere else. Now I don't feel so guilty about battering Jessica’s head into a pulp. I knew your philosophy would get you through this small bump in the road.” Now Josh was crying and thinking about the bridge himself. “After all,” Justin said with a smirk. Who gives a fuck about Jessica when there are so many other fish in the sea? Right. Josh?” Justin hung up, and Josh redialed several times, but no one answered.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“Blood spewed from the empty socket of her missing arm as she cried out pitifully, “Help me! Please!” A bullet to the head from the rifle of the dozer’s driver answered her pleas.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“As she strode toward the wreckage, the decapitated driver lurched back and forth like a chicken with his head cut off, blood spurting from the gaping hole in his neck.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“Sounds of bones breaking, chewing, and flesh tearing were barely audible under the agonized screams of the male reporter.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“Frankenstein croaked jubilantly, “My pets heard your voice, and they are agitated with excitement. It's been such a long time since they feasted on something alive.” His hideous laugh made her skin crawl.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“Alex, where are you. It's time to leave.” “I'm sorry, Miss,” Frankenstein sniggered. “Your friend sat on the chair where a family of black widows made their web. One of them probably bit him for sitting on some of her eggs. He's probably in anaphylactic shock from the poison and can’t move a muscle.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“My last experiment was impregnating a female Doberman with the sperm of a polar bear. Both of the original species were capable of extreme violence and uncanny stamina. But, by combining them, I created a creature of staggering ferocity.” Mia tried to visualize the monstrosity and returned her gaze to the first mount she’s seen on the wall. Could that be a cross between a Doberman and a polar bear? Turning back to the doctor shrouded in shadow, she remarked, “I hate to say it, but your research sounds more like The Island of Dr. Moreau than Shelley's Frankenstein.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“They heard a sudden burst of wailing and moaning from underneath the floor. “What is that, Dr. Frankenstein?” “Those are some of the…” he paused, “lab animals whining for attention. It's getting close to feeding time.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4

“I come from a long line of Frankensteins long before Mary Shelley was even born.” “Really. How fascinating. And what did you do for a living before you retired and moved to Black Falls?” “Oh, I haven't retired. I'm still doing research, the same as I have since I was a young man.” Mia pondered his reply. “What kind of research, may I ask?” “Genetic research, cloning, organ replacements…. Some reanimation.” Mia’s face creased with misgiving. “Mr. Frankenstein, I….” “Please. Dr. Frankenstein. I must insist,” he said emphatically.”
― Billy Wells, Scary Stories: Volume 4