Kill Creek Quotes

“Sebastian ran a finger over the spines of the books on the shelf. It did not matter to him what the titles were. They were books. They were filled with thoughts. Their relevance was debatable; he was sure some were exceptional while others were the works of lesser minds. He was not above calling a book unreadable. But their literary merit wasn’t important at this moment. They were words strung together to represent the firing of neurons and the transferring of information through synapses. They were human minds set into paper, and Sebastian loved every single one of them, even the ones he found disposable.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“Horror is a lot like sex,” Moore continued. “It’s raw and it’s primal and when it’s good—when it’s really good—it even hurts a little. But the good kind of pain, you know?”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“He was not above calling a book unreadable. But their literary merit wasn’t important at this moment. They were words strung together to represent the firing of neurons and the transferring of information through synapses. They were human minds set into paper, and Sebastian loved every single one of them, even the ones he found disposable.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“A house stained by spilled blood cannot escape the harsh sentence passed by rumor.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“And as the hands of the clocks clicked to eight past one, the house awoke to the sudden and definite realization that now was the time.
It had waited long enough.
It was time to play.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“No house is born bad. Most are thought of fondly, even lovingly. In the beginning, the house on Kill Creek was no exception.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“Funny thing about rumors,” Sebastian said softly. “It doesn’t matter if they’re true or false, only that people believe them.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“You have an honest way of writing, especially your first book. It’s genuine. That may not seem like the most thrilling compliment, but a voice like yours—a real voice—is rare these days.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“Whatever entity now resided within its walls, it found life through a legacy of tragedy and fear.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“This is perhaps the most important element of any good Gothic horror story. Without it, what do you have? A shitty old dump with a dark history no one remembers or cares about. You need that one person who ensures that the evil lives on.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“Because that’s what horror is. Pain. Unbearable, all-consuming pain. So real and brutal that we almost crave it in a sick way. It prickles our flesh and gets our pussies wet and our cocks hard. We need it to feel real. It reassures us that we exist. And what’s truly frightening is when we realize that our pursuit of that sensation—of that reassurance of our own validity—has led us to a dark, terrible place from which there is no escape. That’s true horror. When the seducer turns on us, and we are no longer in charge. We’ve lost control. And now we have to pay an awful, unspeakable price.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“Sometimes stories have too much power. They change who people think you are.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“«Ecco però qualcosa su cui riflettere, qualcosa che credo sia davvero universale quando si tratta di horror. Se io dovessi accompagnarvi in una stanza buia, e qualcuno saltasse fuori e gridasse: "Bu!", vi spaventereste, forse addirittura sareste terrorizzati. Ma quel momento passerebbe subito. [...] Eppure, se mentre ci avviciniamo alla porta dovessi dirvi che in quella stanza una vecchia molto crudele ha incontrato la sua fine, e ogni sera allo scoccare della mezzanotte torna, con le mani come artigli, deformate dall'artrite, e allunga le braccia per toccare ciò che i suoi occhi spenti, devastati dalla cataratta non riescono a vedere. Se dovessi poi condurvi nella stanza buia e lasciarvi là dentro, dopo essermi chiuso la porta alle spalle, rimarreste seduti tutta la notte, con i pensieri a mille, pensando solo a cosa potrebbe esserci là fuori, che aspetta al buio, che aspetta di afferrarvi con le sue mani fredde come una tomba. [...] È questa la chiave del vero terrore [...] Se credete che sia vero, allora è vero.»”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“They were human minds set into paper, and Sebastian loved every single one of them, even the ones he found disposable.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“Sam nodded. I’m a writer. I spend half my day procrastinating on the internet.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“The only thing going down is a pound of salami down your throat,”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“I love horror. There’s something about letting another person lead you into darkness that is both unbearably terrifying and exquisitely thrilling.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“A pill was supposed to defeat the thing he had fled since he was a child.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“Don’t! Stop looking for things that aren’t there. Stop trying to make every situation worse for yourself!”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“That place is haunted, don’t you know?”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“Yet all of his memories were fading like old photographs.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“Adudel’s words found their way to the group: “You belong to the house now.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“I knew it; I bloody knew it,” he muttered. “It followed us. Whatever was in that house, it followed every one of us.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“Four: Corruption of the Innocent. That’s you guys.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“represent”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“Horror is the result of sin. Sin gives way to temptation. Temptation is the number-one weapon of the Devil.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“The wave of night receded once more and the face was staring up at him, body hunched down on the floor, head cocked, sunken cheek pressed against the side of the mattress, teeth clenched in a lipless grin.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“This is just fantastic. We spend one night in that house, and now we’re on a goddamn supernatural scavenger hunt.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek

“She was thirty-eight years old and cut like marble. Defined, but not obscenely muscular. Sexy, but not grotesque.”
― Scott Thomas, Kill Creek