Quotes About Eerie

I love scary films.

I fully believe in ghosts. I have, my entire life. The first house I ever lived in was haunted. There was a grave of a man in the backyard. I was just a baby then, but my parents would tell me that every night, at the same time, they would hear someone walking up the stairs.

That's bizarre to see, L.A., downtown, and to feel like you're the only person there.

Uh, hey, I got a idea. Instead of us hanging around playing art critic 'til I get pinched by the man, how's about we move away from this eerie-ass piece of work, and get on with our increasingly eerie-ass day. How's that?

On mounting a rising ground, which brought the figure of his fellow-traveller in relief against the sky, gigantic in height, and muffled in a cloak, Ichabod was horror-struck on perceiving that he was headless!--but his horror was still more increased on observing that the head, which should have rested on his shoulders, was carried before him on the pommel of his saddle!

Fear seemed to hover in the air like a blizzard of black snow.

The scene beyond was eerie - a tortured jungle of torn pipes and jagged twisted-metal sculptures rearing up out of nightmare chasms of shadow being cast by a few emergency lamps glowing dull red to preserve night vision. As her eyes adjusted to the gloom, she made out several shadowy helmeted figures crouching over weapons in the darker recesses and behind makeshift parapets of smashed machines and crumpled wreckage.

a terrible place, a cursed place," he said dreamily

Heebiejeebieville.

Ghastly gray light congealed on the land

If this had been an old house, with creaking wood, and dark shadows, and heavily panelled walls, there might have been an eerie feeling. But this house was the essence of modernity. There were no dark corners—no possible sliding panels—it was flooded with electric light—everything was new and bright and shining. There was nothing hidden in this house, nothing concealed. It had no atmosphere about it. Somehow, that was the most frightening thing of all….

Ojos grandes, grises, como lagos muertos.

Nothing—just gooseflesh," I said. "A goose walking over my grave.

Oh it just gives me the heebie-jeebies

the light was black. It was not real light, not good light, not the light Lizzie knew, that you could read by or warm to, but a light that was made of darkness, a cancerous light, thick and smothering

I'm always interested in horror and the supernatural.

He looked a lot more like a dead man than most dead men look.

Something whose connection with human experience we cannot grasp is bound to be frightening.

Wanna see how creepy I can be?"-Mr Teatime

Most of the time things against nature are scarier than the scariest things of nature

The color has faded out of the sky. It is grey, becoming darker as the world turns herself round a little more. The clouds are long and black and ragged, like the wings of stormbattered dragons.

It's so quiet you can hear the dark sliding down the sky.

The other was short, thin, looking like a talent scout for a cemetery.

At three in the morning it was dead around here and the windows of the mansion were black, the mansion dark purple and solemn against the moonlit velvet, green of gently sloping lawn.