The Picture of Dorian Gray

Oscar Wilde’s timeless gothic horror. Ranks along with Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein “The Modern Prometheus” as one of the great masterpieces of English horror.

The young handsome Dorian Gray is eternally youthful and doesn’t age, a Faustian deal keeps him from aging as his painting ages slowly and grotesquely up in his attic…

 

Hallward turned again to the portrait, and gazed at it.

‘My God! if it is true,’ he exclaimed, ‘and this is what you

have done with your life, why, you must be worse even than

those who talk against you fancy you to be!’ He held the

light up again to the canvas, and examined it. The surface

seemed to be quite undisturbed, and as he had left it. It was

from within, apparently, that the foulness and horror had

come. Through some strange quickening of inner life the

leprosies of sin were slowly eating the thing away.

The rotting of a corpse in a watery grave was not so fearful.

His hand shook, and the candle fell from its socket on

the floor, and lay there sputtering. He placed his foot on it

and put it out. Then he flung himself into the rickety chair

that was standing by the table and buried his face in his hands.