Quotes About Eerie

Over shadowy spires and gleaming towers lay the ghostly darkness and silence that runs before dawn.

Some places speak distinctly. Certain dank gardens cry aloud for a murder; certain old houses demand to be haunted; certain coasts are set apart for shipwrecks.

Strange is the night where black stars rise, and strange moons circle through the skies, but stranger still is lost Carcosa.

pole. Denise followed, her eyes rapidly exploring the interior which was completely tiled; walls, ceiling and floor. The tiles had once been white; now they were an indeterminate gray. The room was thirty feet long and twenty feet wide. Parked in rows on each side were old wooden carts with wheels the size of those on a bicycle. Down the center of the room was an open lane. Each cart supported a shrouded corpse.

Vampire. Dangerous. Unknowable. Seriously creepy. This one's name was Constantine. We'd met before.

But in the dark everything was unnatural; the silence and the darkness were in themselves something like death.

the spoons jumped off the rack. And a couple of times I've heard a man call my name when no one else was here

The light was frozen, dead, a ghost.

The Essential Horror

Nobody likes to go near that chateau after dark.

Here Naples was not bathed by the sea. I was sure that no one had ever seen this place or remembered it. In this dark pit only the fire of sexuality burned bright under an eerie black sky.

Our thoughts were frosty mist along the eaves; our two ghosts kissed, high on the long, mazed wires - eerie half-laughter echoes here and leaves only a fatuous sigh for young desires; regret has followed after things she loved, leaving the great husk.

And afterward tracing down the hot sinister shin of the Italian boot with the wind soughing around those eerie castles, the dead watching from up on those hills.

When I was filming 'Ouija,' there were some elements in that that really creeped me out.

Again and again, I find something eerie in many Irish occasions - the unrelenting whiteness, the emotional tribal attachments, the violent prejudices lurking beneath apparently pleasant social surfaces, the cosy smugness of belonging.

If you add infinity to infinity, you get infinity. If you mix the sublime and the creepy, what you end up with is creepy. Right?

It was a dark shadow figure, six-foot tall, yet I could see through it, and it was bending over one of the bagged bodies.

The only messages from the dead that I'd heard had sounded as if they came from creatures that had lost their minds.

Black cats can do that to some people: They make them go all shivery and scared and remind them of dark.

When Death comes cloaked in mystery, he is terrible indeed.

If ghosts have a color, then they are the color of an August thunderstorm getting ready to break.

You want to be able to read such stories in just one or two sittings. You want them to feel like a hand on your throat.

Somewhere, a toad farted ominously.

During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.