From Lady Macbeth:
Out damned spot! Out I say! One, two, why then tis time to do’t! Fie, my lord, fie.. a soldier and afeard? What need we fear who knows it when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?….Here’s the smell of the blood still…all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
– selected by Carol Ciavonne.
#VERYSCARY: For the month of October, we are featuring your favorite scary passages, lines from poems, horror lyrics, creepy writings, etc. Send your favorite to janice@entropymag.org.
