Friday, March 27, 2015

DOUGHY NIGHTMARE

 DOUGHY NIGHTMARE
"The hand retreated through the opening, scraping the edge, and a huge vague face peered down with eyes like blobs of dough."

"For the flood was composed of bodies which clambered over one another, clutching for the trapped rat. The rat was tearing at the pudgy hands, ripping pieces from the doughy flesh, but that seemed not to affect them at all. Huge toothless mouths gaped in the puffy faces, collapsed inward like senile lips, sucking loudly, hungrily. Three of the bloated heads fell on the rat, and she hear its squeals above their sucking."

"Great moist nostrils were dilating and vanishing in their noseless faces. Could they see her light with their blobs of eyes, or were they smelling her terror?"

"Once, delirious, she'd heard all the sounds around her grow stealthily padded, but this softness was far worse. She was trying both to stand back and to jab the lift button, quite uselessly; the doors refused to budge. The doughy shapes would pile in like tripe, suffocating her, putting out the flame, gorging themselves on her in the dark. The one that had ridden the lift was slithering down the outside to join them."

"Swollen hands were thumping them, soft fingers like grubs were trying to squeeze between them, but already the lift was sailing upward."

"The lift's doors opened, and the doughy face lurched in, its fat white blind eyes bulging, its avid mouth huge as a fist. It took her a moment prolonged as a nightmare to realize that it had been crushed between the lift and shaft - for as the doors struggled open, the face began to tear."
Ramsey Campbell, Down There


Thursday, March 26, 2015

MAGGOT FAMILIAR

MAGGOT FAMILIAR
"He was sure he hadn't turned here on his way to the dock; he would have noticed the row of whitish tires in the left-hand alley, tires stacked together like a pipe. In the intermittent moonlight they seemed to squirm restlessly, and he was glad he didn't have to pass them."

"He needed all his wits to figure out the way back, before the fitful moonlight convinced him that the whitish tires were squirming silently, mouth open, down the alley toward him. They looked rather large for tires."

"He closed his eyes and clung to the metal, then he recommenced climbing, mechanically but carefully. Matta's game had had something like a worm, a maggot, carved on the box-something fat and sinuous."

"He was still resting at the top of the ladder when the moon-colored fat-lipped mouth, yawning wide as its body and wider than his head, stooped toward him."
Ramsey Campbell, Playing the Game


Wednesday, March 25, 2015

BENIGHTED OFFSPRING III

BENIGHTED OFFSPRING III
"The third and last was worse still; the figure grovelling in the shadow of the tower - a shadow, Heather was eager to realise, that wouldn't have existed given the blackness of the sky - had an almost perfect child's face except for the single huge eye perched on top like an egg in a cup."
Ramsey Campbell, The Darkest Part Of the Woods

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

BENIGHTED OFFSPRING II

BENIGHTED OFFSPRING II 
"She attempted to ignore it while she scanned the text opposite, then snatched the page, only to reveal the drawing of a child with eyes swarming out of its honey-comb of a skull."
Ramsey Campbell, The Darkest Part Of the Woods


Monday, March 23, 2015

BENIGHTED OFFSPRING I

 
BENIGHTED OFFSPRING I
"It showed a small creature crouching on all fours beside a tower. Despite its lack of a mouth and its enormous eyes that looked trapped by an unnaturally lightless sky, it reminded her far too much of a toddler."
Ramsey Campbell, The Darkest Part Of the Woods


Friday, March 20, 2015

GHROTH

GHROTH
"Before him, suspended in the dark and facing him, was Ghroth."

"It was red as rust, featureless except for bulbous protrusions like hills. Except that of course they weren't immense. A rusty red globe covered with lumps, then. That was all, but that couldn't explain why he felt as if the whole of him were magnetized to it through his eyes. It seemed to hang ponderously, communicating a thunderous sense of imminence, of power. But that was just its unfamiliarity, Ingels thought, struggling against the suction of boundless space; just the sense of its intrusion. It's only a planet, after all. Pain was blazing along his thighs. Just a red warty globe."

"Then it moved"

"It was blurring, that was it, although it was a cold windless day air movements must be causing the image to blur, the surface of a planet doesn't move, it's only a planet, the surface of a planet doesn't crack, it doesn't roll back like that, it doesn't peel back for thousands of miles so you can see what's underneath, pale and glistening. When he tried to scream air whooped into his lungs as if space had exploded a vacuum within him."

"'Don't you see?' Ingles shouted at Bert among the packed faces. 'It closed its eye when it saw us coming!"'
Ramsey Campbell, The Tugging


Thursday, March 19, 2015

EYELESS COLOSSUS


EYELESS COLOSSUS
"I disliked the vast footprints which led between the leering figures, and still more disliked the disturbingly gnawed bones of huge animals which were strewn across the plain, for I felt that I knew the cause of these horrors, and knew the abnormality of the colossi, if only I could  place it. Then came those clumping footsteps behind em, startlingly close; and as I turned and saw what came striding across that field of unholy carvings, I knew the answer to both questions. It was humanoid - almost - as it pounded through the maze of statues;  but it towered above the hundred-foot figures. And the atrocious thing which I glimpsed as I fled from that shrine to cosmic accidents was the eyelessness of the living colossus and the way the hair of the scalp grew in the sockets where the eyes should have been."
Ramsey Campbell, The Insects From Shaggai