In the dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen, black, and towering. It stirred not, but seemed gathered up in the gloom, like some gigantic monster ready to spring upon the traveller.
Washington Irving, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth

We ask only to be reassured
About the noises in the cellar
And the window that should not have been open.
T.S. Eliot, The Family Reunion

The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination, made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain, danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through moving masks.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“MELANCHOLIA” Music Box, Ryan Creep