Death twitches my ear;
'Live,' he says...
'I'm coming.
Stichwörter: inspirational philosophy carpe-diem death living philosophical death-and-dying seize-the-day creepy
The silence of a convent at night is the silence of the grave. Too far removed from the busy world without for external sounds to penetrate the thick walls, whilst within no slamming door, nor wandering foot, nor sacrilegious voice breaks in upon the stillness, the slightest noise strikes upon the ear with a fearful distinctness. ("The Monk's Story")
Catherine CroweStichwörter: silence creepy convent
Careful,” he said. “If you keep blushing like that I may do more than just draw you.
Nenia CampbellStichwörter: courting courtship creepy pickup-lines
You're like a half-tamed creature, still shy of the bridle. 'Except you enthrall me, never shall be free.' But freedom is an illusion, anyway.
Nenia CampbellStichwörter: dating courtship dangerous scary creepy evil-men
Just remember,” he told her. “If you run from me, I will pursue.
Nenia CampbellStichwörter: dangerous threats scary creepy evil-men
The minister paused in his narrative. At that moment there came a tremendous blast of wind which shook the windows of the manse, and burst open the hall door, and caused the candles to flicker and the fire to go roaring up the chimney. It is not too much to say that, what with the uncanny story, and the howling storm, we all felt that creeping sort of uneasiness which so often seems like the touch of something from another world - a hand stretched across the boundary-line of time and eternity, the coldness and mystery of which make the stoutest heart tremble. ("Sandy The Tinker")
Charlotte RiddellStichwörter: spooky horror storm scary creepy stormy
Bad art is always basically creepy; that is its first and most obvious identifying sign
John GardnerStichwörter: art criticism creepy
Falling in love IS bizarre and creepy
Tammy BlackwellStichwörter: love bizarre falling-in-love creepy
There are only two reasons a non-seer would see a spirit on St. Mark's Eve," Neeve said. "Either you're his true love . . . or you killed him.
Maggie StiefvaterWieder hob sie den Blick und richtete die Lampe auf ihr Gesicht. Sie schaute zum Fenster hinüber. Ihre Züge waren jetzt fast noch deutlicher. Sie konnte die Details um ihre Nase studieren, den Mund. Die Haare. Sie sah nicht gut aus. Resigniert schaltete sie die Lampe aus und ließ sie sinken.
Und da sah sie es.
Ihr Spiegelbild verschwand nicht.
Es blieb im Fenster hängen, noch deutlicher als zuvor.
Eine Sekunge lang ließ sie sich davon einfach faszinieren.
Sie schnitt eine Grimasse.
Aber das Spiegelbild veränderte sich nicht.
Stichwörter: horror discovery creepy
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