By: A. Merritt

“Their whispering grew into a chant.”

By: Julian Huxley

“We can render visible the blood’s hidden nature and reality.”

By: Max Brand

“He ain’t human with a gun.”

By: A. Merritt

It lurked, it brooded, it threatened…

By: Julian Huxley

My God, what a crowd!

By: Max Brand

“He’s different from the regular run of men.”

By: A. Merritt

“It was appalling — it was
demonic .”

By: Max Brand

The cowboy flashed his knife in the sun.

By: A. Merritt

“An impression of enormous upright slugs…”

By: A. Merritt

“Before me was — sheer space!”

By: A. Merritt

“Any whispering?”

By: A. Merritt

The whispering grew louder.

By: Algernon Blackwood

“Gone! gone! gone!” cried a thick, whispering voice.

By: Algernon Blackwood

“For God’s sake, keep me here!”

By: Algernon Blackwood

“It introduces me to a world of monsters.”