Creep Me Out With Your Closing Line....

[Frank]

@CalMeacham

“Of course I know what Love is.
A Boy loves his Dog.”

Ellison again. “A Boy and His Dog”

[CalMeacham]

"…Into spores.
Billions of them.

Waiting to be fed."

[Frank]

@Ukulele Ike

Geez Louise, we already did that one. From Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine.

You didn’t have to BAN her. Wow, tough crowd.

[CalMeacham]

“Upon its head, with red extended mouth and solitary eye of fire, sat the hideous beast whose craft had seduced me into murder, and whose informing voice had consigned me to the hangman. I had walled the monster up within the tomb!”
Some of my favourites have already been taken.

The Black Cat by Edgar Allen Poe.

[CalMeacham]

How about this one?:

“For the things in the chair, perfect to the last, subtle detail of microscopic resemblance - or identity - were the face and hands of Henry Wentworth Akeley.”

[LonesomePolecat]

The last man on earth sat alone in a room. There came a knock at the door.

(Not an exact quote, but close enough.)

[LonesomePolecat]

It was a photograph from life.

(Again not an exact quote, but it’ll door.)

[LonesomePolecat]

@CalMeacham

How about this one?:

“For the things in the chair, perfect to the last, subtle detail of microscopic resemblance - or identity - were the face and hands of Henry Wentworth Akeley.”

Gotcha! Lovecraft, The Whisperer in Darkness

[CalMeacham]

It was a photograph from life.

(Again not an exact quote, but it’ll door.)

Gotcha back! Lovecraft again, Pickman’s Model

[CalMeacham]

The last man on earth sat alone in a room. There came a knock at the door.

(Not an exact quote, but close enough.)

I suspect this one has been used more than once. My favorite, though, uses this as (almost) first and last line, and , surprisingly, it’s not creepy.
Knock , by Fredric Brown.

[Max_Carnage]

*“It isn’t fair, it isn’t right,” Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her. *

[CalMeacham]

“It isn’t fair, it isn’t right,” Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.

I think this is Shirley Jackson, The Lottery.

[Beadalin]

Howsabout this one:

It said other things before the Jaunt attendants were finally able to bear it away, rolling its couch swiftly away as it screamed and clawed at the eyes that had seen the unseeable forever and ever; it said other things, and then it began to scream, but Mark Oates didn’t hear it because by then he was screaming himself.

[Beadalin]

Oh yeah, and this one:

“My sweet little blue-eyed girl,” he said in a half-sung sigh that had nothing to do with her brown eyes but was taken up just the same by the vast sunlit reaches of the land behind him and on all sides of him—so much land that Connie had never seen before and did not recognize except to know that she was going to it.

[CalMeacham]

Howsabout this one:

Quote:
It said other things before the Jaunt attendants were finally able to bear it away, rolling its couch swiftly away as it screamed and clawed at the eyes that had seen the unseeable forever and ever; it said other things, and then it began to scream, but Mark Oates didn’t hear it because by then he was screaming himself.

The Jaunt, a short SF story with a horror twist that was published in 1981 in (I think) Fantasy and Science Fiction.

[Beadalin]

You got it – but then, it’s a Stephen King story, so I figured you’d have it pegged in no time.

[Cornelius_Tuggerson]

@Susie Derkins

Give us strength, oh Lord, to let our children starve.

This is from some sci-fi story where they invent a book-writing computer that puts human authors out of business, yet they still continue writing. Its name eludes me at the moment.

[CalMeacham]

Real Easy one, if you use a Search engine:

“…But if you find a Laxian Key you can name your own price!”

[dotchan]

“My sweet little blue-eyed girl,” he said in a half-sung sigh that had nothing to do with her brown eyes but was taken up just the same by the vast sunlit reaches of the land behind him and on all sides of him—so much land that Connie had never seen before and did not recognize except to know that she was going to it.

Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been, Joyce Carol Oats.

(It’d creep me out a lot more if I knew what the heck was going on. )

My contribution:

Then we noticed that in the second pillow was the indentation of a head. One of us lifted something from it, and leaning forward, that faint and invisible dust dry and acrid in the nostrils, we saw a long strand of iron-gray hair.

:eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:

[Sauron]

I can’t remember the name of this story, or its author, but I can recall large portions of it word-for-word. The closing line is: “‘Solely,’ he said, ‘in order to work up an appetite.’”

In the context of the story, it’s pretty off-putting.