“He hurried back. Walls seemed to shift and advance. Right here, it must be. Wasn’t this passage too short? No, it wasn’t a wall that blocked his way, only fog. The fog retreated before him – then at once yielded up a wall. Staggering crimson letters caught in the web of graffiti spelled KILLER.”

“He hurried back. Walls seemed to shift and advance. Right here, it must be. Wasn’t this passage too short? No, it wasn’t a wall that blocked his way, only fog. The fog retreated before him – then at once yielded up a wall. Staggering crimson letters caught in the web of graffiti spelled KILLER.”

— Ramsey Campbell