Quotes About Suspense

Hey hey Susan Day have you killed any kids today?

Some mysteries bite and barkand come to get you in the dark.

Film your murders like love scenes, and film your love scenes like murders.

I love horror, I love scary movies, I love thrillers. If things creep you out and spook you? I love it.

And I love a scary movie. It makes your toes curl and it's not you going through it.

The slab rocked hard, stopped, then began rotating, very slowly. Barely making a full arc before continuing until it was perpendicular with the floor. It came to a halt, shaking the floor. I tried to move it; locked into place. Rectangular opening, four feet by two. Dark, but

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What are you saying? Multiple bad guys?" "I was actually wondering about one bad

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attacked the glass. A cracking sound made me jump back. The pane was intact, but I could swear I heard the glass hum. Robin behind me now. I tried again, and once more the monster lunged. Kept lunging.

does Ms. Garcia hang

I took a very careful hold of the metal door handle. No shocks and nothing exploded. I pulled gently and the door yielded, but I stayed on the balls of my feet. If I felt the tension of a wire or heard a click, I was going to set a new land speed record for a scared white guy in a hazmat suit.

Breathing hard between her teeth, she swung the torch around. Where was Albert? Lying on his back by the steps, with his legs wavering in the air. It was typical of him.

If looks could kill, Mira's assistant would be wanted for murder, thought Malone.

I never drink... wine.

As I stepped onto the gloomy landing a word formed in my mind: two syllables, starts with a V and rhymes with dire. I froze in place. Nightingale said that everything was true, after a fashion, and that had to include vampires, didn't it? I doubted they were anything like they were in books and on TV, and one thing was for certain — they absolutely weren't going to sparkle in the sunlight.

Something round and dirty and white was resting near my foot. It was a skull. I picked it up. 'Is that you, Nicholas?' I asked. 'Put that down, Peter,' said Nightingale. 'You don't know where it's been.

Dr Walid walked me past the security at reception and introduced me to today's dead body.

Your ghost,' she said, 'Nicholas Nickleby. Do you think he might still be at the crime scene?' 'How should I know?' I said. 'I don't even believe in ghosts.

I happened to know for a fact that the whole of Belgravia nick were running a pool on how long I would last and how I would go—the options being death, medical discharge (physical), medical discharge (psychological), indefinite disciplinary suspension, sacked for misconduct, secondment to Interpol and, with just one vote, ascension to a higher plane of existence. I suspected the last one was a bit unlikely.

Brenda Ruttledge —dijo Quirke—. Una de las enfermeras.

Conor Carrington,

Q: What's the key to suspense? A: I'll tell you later.