Quotes About Eerie

I love, love, love, love horror movies.

I don't like haunted houses or anything like that.

Wow, someone walk over your grave?

The question was which spell did I make? Which did I have time to make? The answer was eerily simple. I had time to make all of them.

The daemon wind died down, and the bloated, fungoid moon sank reddeningly in the west.

Left unattended, even for a few days, houses take on a strange feel. The cold accumulates in the corners. The dark settles down and pools on the furniture. Quiet leaks everywhere. The air sours.

Some things don't rest easy, even when they're dead. Their bones cry out from the ground.

the porch was empty. They had gone back inside. It was as if the Overlook had swallowed them.

At the same moment a cold chill traced a finger down the middle of my back. Sometimes things come back to you, that's all. Sometimes they come back.

A crazy certainty had arisen in his mind: a hand - or perhaps a claw - was going to swim up from the grayness of the Kindle's screen, grab him by the throat, and yank him in.

I love the expression 'makes your skin crawl,' because when you have that sensation while you're watching something, it really does.

He was dropped off directly in front of the Black Tower.

Las negras lápidas surgían de la nieve como las uñas destrozadas de un cadáver gigantesco.

A wood at night, or even more at twilight, can be a strange place. Fear begins to come more quickly in a wood, with darkness and twilight, than in any other place I know.

The appeal of the spectrally macabre is generally narrow because it demands from the reader a certain degree of imagination and a capacity for detachment from everyday life.

incurable lover of the grotesque

he shewed me a morbid statue whose contours almost made me shake with the potency of its black suggestion.

The priest was dead. Nevertheless, he sat at table with us as we feasted on cold meats.

The daemon wind died down, and the bloated, fungoid moon sank reddeningly in the west.

The village seemed very old, eaten away at the edge like the moon which had commenced to wane

The trees near it were sickly and stunted, and many dead trunks stood or lay rotting at the rim.

I was glad that all the street-lights were turned off, as is often the custom on strongly moonlit nights in unprosperous rural regions.

I saw the sun peering redly through the last gusts of a little sandstorm that hovered over the nameless city, and marked the quietness of the rest of the landscape.

Feathered with hoarfrost, skeletal trees loom closer; fog shrouded arches.