Quotes About Eerie

Going across the Tannai Desert was one of the spookiest experiences I've ever had. Not driving during the day; that was fine. And so we camped in an old sort of truck siding, I think. And the silence. The eerie silence and then a dingo howling, and it was just so spooky. I didn't sleep all night.

Leaves skirled past, clattering like tiny bones.

Blood-colored clouds stained the eerie crystal sky. The Darkhawk sailed low over a landscape covered with dead forests, dry plains, empty riverbeds and long-abandoned train tracks. Everything wound through a twisted network of jagged hills the color of bones, and pools of brackish water ran across the landscape like puss.

The shapes in the shadows uttered tittering chimes of thin bones clattering together in the breeze.

It is always an eerie experience to sit among Bashar al-Assad's soldiers.

There's something nearby," she said. "Something up ahead." The captain heard her and glanced back. "Something dangerous?" "Something dead," Kasia said, and dropped her eyes to her saddle, her hands clenched on the reins.

It was as if the mist were none other than the frozen breath of Dr. Cain, waiting with a smile for the moment of his return.

The grounds seemed eerie in the moonless night as the couple walked quietly, beaming their flashes ahead of them. They circled the inn. The place was completely dark, with the exception of the tiny night light in the main lobby.

Someone must have been in a rush to leave this morning," I told the door, trying to tamp down the major case of the willies the silent street was giving me. "Someone was just late for work, and they didn't quite close the door. That's all. There's nothing foreboding in a door that hasn't been shut all the way. There's nothing eerie in that at all. There's nothing creepy about the street...Oh, crap. Hello?

Goth. Throbb. Murk. Who named these bats?

Flashes of silver and brilliantly colored scales caught the light of a few dim worklamps that were on, increasing the eerie impression that the fish were a terrified audience searching for a way out of this place of death and back to those deep, dark regions where men and their brutal ways were unknown.

I felt something cold skitter down the back of my legs.

The neighbors are scary enough when they're not dead.

THE ULULATING HOWLS of the Iron Dogs floated behind us, constant now, like an eerie, bone-chilling din.

Now let us leave this place, it is rather eerie.

As the late afternoon darkness falls, the lights look tacky and sinister.

Sometimes a disappearance can be more haunting than an apparition.

You could see the flames and the outer skin of the spacecraft glowing; and burning, baseball-size chunks flying off behind us. It was an eerie feeling, like being a gnat inside a blowtorch flame.

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Across the rectory's east lawn, through a blizzard of flying leaves, something long and thin was flapping in the wind. A ragged figure in a white nightgown hanging lifelessly from the trees.

The dreadful dead of dark midnight.

The soft, fluttering cry of a barn owl rose over the churchyard. Silent men flowed out of the dark.

I hated relying on luck. When it worked, it made me feel so damned eerie.

I like scaring myself.