Quotes About Suspense

What do you want?" Debbie whispered. And a voice whispered back, "Where are my eyes?" Debbie let out a yelp and began shouting, "How should we know? We didn't take your eyes! What do you think you're doing anyway, going around scaring people? You rotten, mean, whatever-you-are!

Jeff put his mouth close to Debbie's ear, hoping he wouldn't be overheard. "I think our answer is in the statue of Anubis." Debbie jumped. "Don't do that!" Jeff grumbled, pulling a strand of her hair from his mouth.

I wonder what's in the boxes," Debbie said. "There's no telling what might be inside. All sorts of weird and creepy stuff, I bet." "I'm going to stuff you in one of them if you don't quit that!" Jeff said.

Ruger was over six feet tall, roped with muscle and annoyingly handsome in an I'm-probably-a-murderer-but-I've-got-dimples-and-a-tight-ass-so-you'll-still-lust-after-me kind of way.

It was the sound of something heavy striking something composed of flesh and bone. Hannah wasn't sure how she knew that, but she did. And her blood ran cold.

I will confess!" shrieked Teufel, "I will confess!" "Excellent," said Glokta brightly. "Excellent," said Severard. "Etherer," said Practical Frost.

There was something too extraordinary in the appearance of this man, too singular in his conduct, to pass unnoticed by the visitors. He. was of a tall thin figure, bending forward from the shoulders; of a sallow complexion, and harsh features, and had an eye, which, as it looked up from the cloke that muffled the lower part of his countenance, seemed expressive of uncommon ferocity.

Her glance fell on the door to the library. Not even Paul's greatest admirer would call him a bookish man. This was her best bet for avoiding him. She whisked into the room and whirled to close the door, when she glanced up to see Giles a few steps behind her. With a shuddering gasp, she faltered back as he strode forward and shut them inside. Alone. Neither spoke a word as he seized her with ruthless hands and swept her into his arms.

I tried to divert myself by reading, and I think my love for books which presently grew into a passion had its inception in that monotonous succession of day after day without a break in the suspense which held me like a hand upon my throat.

The Rosie Gilmour thrillers The Dead Won't Sleep To Tell the Truth Screams in the Dark Betrayed A Cold Killing Rough Cut Kill Me Twice

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

She froze. He reached up and took her hand in his, pulling the knife away, making her drop it on the floor. "Show me how much you hate me," he whispered against her mouth. "Prove it to me.

Jun Lloyd's been four times, once in the dead of night, and he says there's blood oozing out from under the front door, because Mr. Shank's stabbing everyone—

The anguished suspense of watching the lips you hunger for, framing the words, the death sentence, of sheer triteness!

Had his shim picks

He waited rather breathlessly for her next remark...

I love 'Fatal Attraction.'

I remember watching movies like 'Fatal Attraction' and watching the audience go bananas at the end of the film.

I think I'm probably a monster-of-the-week guy, and that comes back down to my old favorite show, which as a kid was always 'Scooby-Doo.'

It's not often that I'm being called femme fatale.

Filming '24' is just like watching '24.'

I try not to put pressure on filmmakers to come up with a big scare at the beginning. I think that helps let the audience settle in and get to know the people they're about to spend 90 minutes with. Once the scarier stuff happens, it's scarier because of that.

I'm a firm believer that what you don't see is always scarier than what you do.

Though written in the 1970s, 'Falling Angel' is firmly set in 1959.