Quotes About Eerie

If Castle Dracula screwed a hospital, this would be the bastard offspring.

The Ghastly Ghost at My Gate

I do believe in an everyday sort of magic -- the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone.

I wants to make your flesh creep.

Come up and be dead! Come up and be dead!

it was one of those dark nights that hold their breath by the hour together, and then heave a long low sigh, and hold their breath again.

Night Comes to the Cumberland.

The End Is Near!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hotels are really scary. There are a lot of haunted ones in L.A. that I want to check out. So many people come in and out, and a lot of them can be dark. That dark gets locked in the hotel and stays there.

Perhaps one of the walls to such a room would have built into it a sliding panel that could be opened only from the other side. And next to that room would be another room that was unfurnished and seemed never to have been occupied. But leaning against one wall of this other room, directly below the sliding panel, would be some long wooden sticks; and mounted at the ends of these sticks would be horrible little puppets.

But though the stars were spread across a great reaching blackness, the streets below were bathed in a stale gray dimness which suggested neither night nor day nor any natural phase between them.

The place was also slightly haunted,

André of the graveyards—a sociable corpse.

A screaming comes across the sky.

The sound came again. There was a whistle to it, and a moan. It was almost a hiss, and it could've been a strangled gasp. Above all, it was quiet, and it seemed to have no source. It whispered.

but can't you feel it? Something abominable and atmospheric.

It was darker than the devil's asshole out there.

On his good days he was eerie. He could make the rest of the human race feel obsolete. —Mrs. Roberta P. Edge

glowing ghost-clouds lit by a haunted moon

The black horse didn't just arrive—he's been here!

Nothing is creepier than a bunch of adults being very quiet. —Tina Fey

Among Violet's many useful skills was a vast knowledge of different types of knots. The particular knot she was using was called the Devil's Tongue. A group of female Finnish pirates invented it back in the fifteenth century, and named it the Devil's Tongue because it twisted this way and that, in the most complicated and eerie way.

It is often said that if you have a room with a view, you will feel peaceful and relaxed, but if the room is a caravan hurtling down a steep and twisted road, and the view is an eerie mountain range racing backward away from you, while chilly mountain winds sting your face and toss dust into your eyes, then you will not feel one bit of peace and relaxation.

An eerie electric glow emanated from the otherwise dark basement. "I'm not going to get sucked into an alternate universe by some poltergeist if I go down there, am I?" "Alternate universe, yes. Poltergeist, no," Nick said.