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“كنتُ أشعر بالارتياح القلبي لأنني على مقربة من بيتي. في تلك اللحظة، كنتُ أعلم أن الملايين من الناس تراقبني، وكنتُ سعيدًا بأن كبير الوحوش المونسترواكان كان يراقبني من خلال ذلك المِنظار الكبير من أعلى برج الحراسة بالهرم الأكبر. استغللتُ تلك المراقبة من بعيد، وابتعدتُ عن طعامي قليلًا، ثم فتحتُ ورقة كانت بحوزتي، وابتعلتُ منها ثلاثة أقراص ومضغتُها. كانت تلك الأقراص علاجًا وطعامًا لي أيضًا، ثم تناولتُ قارورتي فشربتُ منها الماء. كان معي حقيبة صغيرة يوجد بداخلها بعض الأشياء. من ضمنها بوصلة، أعطانيها كبير الوحوش المونسترواكان حتى تكون لي عون أثناء مغامرتي على أرض الظلام. وقد قال لي: إنك قد تضل الطريق وسط ذلك الظلام الدامس من غير تلك البوصلة.”

“Mike walked about the cavernous basement, alarmed at the serious mould infestation and even more perturbed by the slithering amphibians gathering at his feet. Mike traced the black splotches of mould that took him to a blind spot behind the infinite staircase which was very quickly becoming the stairway to Hell.”

“I Grew Up In A Family With No Prejudices. My Father Always Believed There Were Good And Bad In Every Ethnic Background, And Nationality.”

“Rebecca uttered a low dry laugh, not facetiously, but more like a stitch coming apart at the seam. A wound opened. Her eyes were opening to a world she had denied for so long. She looked up at Frank and knew, just like in the books, hatred, real hatred is a Gollum that hides under the mountain of our hearts. It buries itself deep underground where no light can touch. And it waits. Rebecca thought of Tolkien and Bilbo and Frodo and that old grey wizard, she thought that maybe they were right. Perhaps “there are older and fouler things in the deep places of the world —in the deep places of our hearts.” And as she sat on the floor with Tom Johnson’s Glock aimed at her husband’s head, Rebecca looked into the space where his eyes should have been. She looked at what was now only darkness and felt something on the other side, something not her husband, looking back.”

“No matter what I tried to do or become in life, the macabre followed me everywhere I went: In my house, in my head, in my nightmares, on the roughest streets, in the most desolate corn fields, to even areas where many mortals refuse to go.” Until finally one day it dawned on me, and then it all clicked – why fight it.”

“When Trying To Achieve Your Dreams, Never Let Anyone or Anything Stand in Your Way”

“I Believe When People Go To Hell, They Relive Their Worst Life Experience, Over And Over Again.”

“Nothing Makes Me Feel Happier Than Seeing A Child Smile From Happiness.”

“Don't Become An Artist, Actor, Muscian, Producer or Writer, Etc, For Only The Money. You May Be Very Dissapointed.”

“Before You Begin Writing Your Book, Ask Yourself A Very Important Question: What Kind of Results Do I Plan To Receive From Writing This Book? If You Say Money, Then Don't Bother Even Writing The Book.”

“I Still Have So Much I Wish to Accomplish in My Life, Before I Finally leave This Godforsaken Place -- For Good.”

“I Have Always Had A Facination With England, And Their History.”

“Ever Since I Can Remember, I Have Always Been a Huge Advocate for Women and Children.”

“Still onto This Day, I Dawdle to Be Plagued With The Same Unfortunate Reoccurring Nightmare. In My Horrifying Dream, there is an Attractive Women With Piercing Blue Eyes And Light Brownish Hair, Sporting A Lengthy Red Dress With Extended Dark Black Heals Who Kills Me On Christmas Day. In My Dream I am Listening to A Christmas Song… “Jingle Bells” While Rambling Down a Dark Corridor Inside A Home. I am Shot in The Back of The Head And The Music Box Lingers Playing The Same Tune. I Can See Nothing but The Bottom of Her Mends, And Then All Becomes Ample Dark.”

“I tried to act unphased, fighting back a cold sweat. At least the smell of blood was long gone, but that was little relief. It felt like we’d been travelling a straight line, yet daring a glimpse back, I saw with horror the light of the entrance was now completely absent in darkness, so much thicker and more terrifying than night’s black cloak. It was the dark of the earth we found ourselves trapped by, a dark that would claim us all in the end, and we were walking deeper still with a man who seemed disturbingly at ease amongst the crypt’s inhabitants. More than once, he swept the light into our eyes and away, leaving us dazzled, which made each inevitable return of his hulking form all the more ominous. What fearful things might we discover if we ran, I wondered? Even ignoring that, how far could we get against someone who filled the space like him and carried our only means of sight? As it has been said, in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man reigns as king. I looked to Macnaghten for reassurance and was met only by an empty void. ~ Chief Inspector Frederick Abberline, The Ripper Lives, Into the Black (4/10)”

“Books and movies are like a blueprint…a survival manual disguised as fiction. As folklore. Because the truth hides in plain sight and those that see have to hide and those that can’t see…well, they’re just a part of the plan.' ~ Excerpt from a NYPD Investigation, November, 1951”