Quotes About Eerie

She had long since stopped finding it ironic or eerie that the city at large paid no attention to a murder, whether the victim was a prominent citizen or a guttersnipe.

She reached into the shadows, groping toward Morgan's cottage, and felt as if her fingers brushed slick, opaque ice.

The voice resonated, a sound like the wind scraping the corners of old buildings and racing down the narrow streets.

The dead cast no shadows; nor did they reflect.

'In the Grace of Your Love' is a beautiful, eerie dance song.

Weather forecast for tonight: dark.

Weather forcast for tonight: dark.

I'm not a great one for classic horror or cheap thrills.

It seemed that all around her there was a strange eerie stillness, the stillness of a silent world, a world filled with people who came and went into their separate lives. Some wold arrange to meet again, some would pass like ships in the night, some would leave memories that would last forever, others would pass into limbo.

Darkness at Blacklands is scary.

The past is carried to us on simple things—a written page, a spoon, a glove, a bowl of water: carried by the souls who touched them, those plain relics emanate, a language, freed of time, language without cadence—mute and eerie as the sound a granite planet makes giving birth to mountains, coursing its way through space.

Sometimes, during the lonely hours on the control deck, Bowman would listen to this radiation. He would turn up the gain until the room filled with a crackling, hissing roar; out of this background, at irregular intervals, emerged brief whistles and peeps like the cries of demented birds. It was an eerie sound, for it had nothing to do with Man; it was as lonely and meaningless as the murmur of waves on a beach, or the distant crash of thunder beyond the horizon.

A feeling of foreboding, and, indeed, of physical as well as psychological discomfort, had come over him. He suddenly recalled—and this did nothing at all to help—a phrase he had once come across: "Someone is walking over your grave.

Someone is walking over your grave.

There was, to my mind, something eerie and ghost-like in the endless procession of faces which flitted across these narrow bars of light,—sad faces and glad, haggard and merry. Like all human kind, they flitted from the gloom into the light, and so back into the gloom once more.

Hill House, she thought, You're as hard to get into as heaven.

Silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

We couldn't even hear you, in the night.... No one could. No one lives any nearer than town. No one else will come any nearer than that. I know, Eleanor said tiredly. In the night, Mrs. Dudley said, and smiled outright. In the dark, she said..

Hill House,not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it has stood for eighty years and might stand eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more.

Hill House, not sane, stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Hill House itself, not sane, stood against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, its walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

En el interior, las paredes seguían erguidas, los ladrillos se reunían ordenadamente, los pisos eran firmes y las puertas estaban cerradas sensiblemente; el silencio yacía firmemente contra la madera y la piedra de Hill House y todo lo que caminaba allí, caminaba solo.

Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.