There is a short story I read years back, in (IIRC) an Alfred Hitchcock story collection.
It closes with the most nastily haunting line I know:
Want to guess the name of the story? And/or share your own?
Regards,
Shodan
Damnit, that’s awfully familiar, but I can’t place it. Robert Bloch or Richard Matheson, by any chance?
Here’s a closer I like:
Okay, that’s one of mine, so it’s not really fair.
If I can nail your quote, I’ll find one to present.
And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
The New Mother, Lucy Lane Clifford
Above the din of a cacophonous society, the lone voice of a beaten and dying little girl cries out to an angry God, “Where is my mother?”
“He loved Big Brother.”
What, too easy?
“From the burning world beyond the studio came the wind whisper of the plague of locusts.”
“…as he entered the living room he beheld his missing tie, knotted below the black and unspeakably swollen face of his wife.”
[that’s from memory and may not be an exact quote]
You Bush-loving bastard, I was SURE it was Maurice Level’s “The Last Kiss.” But THAT was…
"She fell writhing on the floor. Already her face was nothing but a red rag.
“Then he straightened himself, stumbled over her, felt about the wall to find the switch, and put out the light. And round them, as in them, was a great Darkness…”
But my favorite has always been:
“And Babe screams at night and has grown very thin.”
I actually don’t know the author for mine, but I remember the name of the story. It was in a collection that also held the Dunsany story “The Gebbelins”, and another creepy one that ended:
That one is called “The Humanist Jew”.
How about -
And -
Both from the same collection.
Regards,
Shodan
Everyone knows the first line from this book…who knows the last?
"It was the ‘Rachael’ who, in her long and melancholy search for her children, found another orphan."
Going for the classics, are we Reeder? 
First American edition published November 14, 1851 by Harper & Brothers, New York.
“Darling.”
The final line in King’s Pet Semetary. Damn creepy stuff, that! :eek:
Gonna guess Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities.
Nope.
Hmm … Oliver Twist?
In pace requiescat!
Moby Dick, isn’t it?
One of my favourites:
“He whispered, “Do you love?”; and, somewhere far across the empty lake, a loon screamed.”
- Stephen King, The Raft
“I can still see!”
" ‘A bowl of Biskies makes a growing boy.’
They were the last words he ever read."