Novel & Cerita Eerie Quotes

The misty gleamed red, like the terrible drop of a blood oath, before squirting onto the rotten ground. "Shit, this place is scary; I mean, Hollywood movies are kind of scary," Diana murmured as she noticed the hoary tree knots glaring at her like baleful eyes. She felt like the devil's forest was infecting her with its evil darkness, like it was talking to her; she could almost feel the breathing whiz of the moistened turf. Diana had never encountered these sentiments on her many journeys. She had battled her demons in her nightmare, quarrelling after the dreadful monster in the fathomless bowels and dripping basins of the deepest caves of her dream; however, this forest was scarier.

But all jokes aside. As we pass each side street, we look from side to side to see if there is any danger lurking there. It is eerily quiet, and the roads are deserted. Yes, it is fairly late in the evening, but there should at least be a car or someone wandering the street somewhere. This does put the fear of seven mortal deaths in me. The light are dimmer than they usually should be, it feels like a graveyard, but even more, it feels as if we are walking in the danger of our deaths.

- She lengthens her words sounding as she were a cobra. There is an immortal being who is looking for you to end your life for fear that, involuntarily, you will end the one which was given... I warn you: Do not let your guard down in the face of the former, and do not put too much trust in the latter, both will rip your beating heart from your chest if allowed. The warnings of the Grimoire echo in my mind. Jeanne backs away taking Kira with her, walking in the direction of the beach, to the very fateful stretch of beach where Alex and I...

Quenten Yilmaz: Blood. Violence. Gut-wrenching, paralyzing screams. They follow me everywhere, including in my sleep. It’s like a reel of snippets flashing before my very eyes. Splatters of blood paint the walls. Screams of terror intertwine and become a single, continuous harmony of devastation that rings in my ears. Flashing balls of light ignite in the dark as illuminated bullets slice through the air, hitting everything in their path. Men drop to the ground swiftly, followed by a hush of silence.

“Someone?” “Yes,” Erica said. “Or… something. She never explained it in a way that made sense. Not clearly.” Her voice dipped, and she gestured vaguely as if recalling the scenes she had heard herself. “She would just point. At corners. At doorways. At empty space where there was nothing anyone else could see.” The image formed too easily in my mind—shaking hands, frantic eyes, terror spilling out of someone who knew what she was seeing, even when no one else did.

“…the lady in the shadows…the one who watches you and wants you dead…” As the little girl's words from her vision swept over her,Beth felt a sense of terrifying unease. It was a coincidence,she told herself,nothing more.It was impossible that the little girl and Marcus could be speaking of the same thing,it was just impossible! “The lady in the shadows?”she said,her hands trembling in fear. In her mind she saw herself lying cold and frozen in that casket.

“The islands are less creepy than this stretch of road,” Quill mutters, moving closer to me. “I keep expecting some ghost girl to show up.” “You’re a werewolf, Quill.” Beth rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you can take on a ghost.” “Are you kidding me?” Quill huddles closer to me. “I’m terrified of ghosts. The piece of land I lived on with my dad connected to this road with open fields on both sides. Do you know the number of accidents that happen yearly simply because of ghosts?”

In response to their resonance, from the center of darkness that he had buried deep within his being, images emerged that he had not called. He saw all kinds of grotesque and horrifying manifestations of death. An old woman with her tongue cut out and blood pouring from her mouth, which she tried to scream when she caught fire on a pyre. Infected necrotic tissue. Erich's cat hissing as he came to life in the supernatural moonlight. Skulls of animals completely stripped of meat by scavengers and dyed yellow by wind and sun. The last precious bubbles of oxygen escaping from the lungs of a drowning man. Viktor's own hands closing around Herwin's slim neck.

Others grimaced, the way you do when you see someone else get kicked in the balls. I’m not the most observant of people, but I know when to take a hint. “What the fuck is through there?” I demanded to know. No one answered. “The remains of the Ancestors,” said Nicopez in the most spooky voice ever. He even got some reverb on it, somehow. “Really? Ghosts, that’s what you’re all freaked out about? What type is it? The sheet that floats, or the teenage girl? Or maybe the skeleton that plays its bones like a xylophone?” No response. “Come on, you must have seen them.”

Beatrice speaks, her words slicing quiet like metal through fog. My eyelids stay shut. That sound - it isn’t soft or faint. I say so, shaky. Loud enough to know it means something “What does it say?” I let the warmth of the memory fill my words, making them seem otherworldly. “It says… ‘She stands in the sun, and she is not afraid of the shadows. She makes the shadows seem… quiet.’” That wasn’t his words. Yet my skin knew it, in the quiet times. Real enough - just not what she searches for.