Spooky Quotes

“Jack couldn't help but watch Nonie as she left. She looked to be twenty-nine, thirty at the most, stood maybe five foot-four and was slender. She had shoulder-length, curly, walnut-colored hair and the largest most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seem Her nose and ears were small in comparison to her full lips, which he'd give anything to kiss.”
― Deborah Leblanc, Toe to Toe

“What's he saying?" Buggy asked, her voice shaky.
"That there's something up in the attic that we should be careful of because it could be dangerous.
"Oh, uh-uh, I'm not going up there," Buggy said, You can send Shaundelle up there, but I'm keeping my little white ass down here.”
― Deborah Leblanc, Toe to Toe

“Nonie chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. She'd told Fezzo so much already yet there wasn't a speck of incredulity in his eyes. His expression was serious, and she had his full attention. "I'm not quite sure about what to do with Helen, the ghost that followed me home.”
― Deborah Leblanc, Toe to Toe

“Oh, uh-uh," Shaundelle said. "I'm not gonna be no place where no ghost is gonna be knockin' nobody upside the head. I'm outta here. I'm not going to take any chances that some ghost is gonna mess up this pretty face.”
― Deborah Leblanc, Toe to Toe

“Two gasps rang out. The first one came from Clara, the second from Fezzo. One moment they'd been looking at a mound of concrete, and now they were staring at two human feet. They were crossed at the ankle so that tops of the feet faced each other and rested toe to toe.”
― Deborah Leblanc, Toe to Toe

“But you know, mon petite, what you got is a gift. And when de good Lord gives you a gift you have to use it. Dat's why he put you here on dis earth. Sometime it's gonna be to help a soul cross over to de other side to meet him. If dat's whey you gott do, den dat's what you gotta do. You can't just keep collecting de dead. You gonna have to find a way to take what you got and work wit dat.”
― Deborah Leblanc, Toe to Toe

“Certainly, the terror of a deserted house swells in geometrical rather than arithmetical progression as houses multiply to form a city of stark desolation. The sight of such endless avenues of fishy-eyed vacancy and death, and the thought of such linked infinities of black, brooding compartments given over to cob-webs and memories and the conqueror worm, start up vestigial fears and aversions that not even the stoutest philosophy can disperse.”
― H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow over Innsmouth

“Who's the young man beside you?" Helen suddenly asked. "Oh, I see, you're one of us." She turned to Nonie. "And you did introduce us before." She tapped a finger against her right temple. "Every once in a while this old clock up here forgets to click to the next second. I apologize for that.”
― Deborah Leblanc, Toe to Toe

“In a fleshly Tomb, I am Buried above ground.”
― William Cooper

“Much later, Alice would wonder what might have happened if she had gone to bed when she was supposed to.”
― Django Wexler, The Forbidden Library

“He stepped fully into the house. The air inside was cool on his skin. He turned, expecting the front door to close on its own. But it stayed open, as it was supposed to. He shook his head, chiding himself for letting an old house spook him. He walked into the kitchen. Behind him, the front door slammed shut.”
― Robert Liparulo, House of Dark Shadows

“No harm," he said as he danced on, cutting the air. Only now, the snowflakes began to bleed as he cut them. Battle of white and scarlet...
"Oto-san, what can I do?" I wept in the dream, my tears freezing to my cheeks.
"Dance," he said, his face still and calm, his blade whistling through the air. Blood flew from the tip of the sword, painting characters of death and disaster across the white ground.
Dancing.”
― David Kudler, Risuko: A Kunoichi Tale

“Holly was staring at me. "Who were you talking to just then?"
"No one! You!"
"I don't believe you."
"Look, does it really matter right now?"
"If we're going to be working together, Lucy...."
"Oh, hell! All right! I'll tell you! It's an evil haunted skull that lives in my backpack! Happy, now?”
― Jonathan Stroud, The Hollow Boy

“Come ye viewless ministers of this dread hour! Come from the fenny lake, the hanging rock, and the midnight cave! The moon is red – the stars are out – the sky is burning – and all nature stands aghast at what we do!”
― William Mudford

“I thought that there could be no revolt against nature. I accepted the landscape without dreaming that, behind, there still prowled large skeletons without fur. With just one sign, I thought I was able to make them rise up outside their refuges...”
― Roger Vitrac

“Elliot fell back, with his arms open, and landed on the field with a summersault. "What better place to sleep than on a perfect flower field?"
Paulo´s nose crinkled. "I wouldn´t agree with you."
"Wow, we really do come from different worlds." Elliot said.

(From the book "Writer´s Karma")”
― Julia Leilani, Writer´s Karma

“Bunny crawls on hands and feet into the bathroom. Her limbs bend at acute angles as her writhing jaw juts forward […] Bunny crawls closer. Rose can just make out her form in the near-darkness. Bunny’s jaw snaps as if dislocating. Rose’s eyes trace the prominent bumps on Bunny’s back – vertebrae, which look disturbingly close to slicing her anorexic back.”
― S.E. Tolsen, Bunny

“If you found this book, then you are probably a lover of the dark and twisty. You did pull this book from a cold, dead corpse, after all.”
― Lindsay Puckett

“I can hear the darkness. It is like a breeze on a frigid winter's night that rattles the leafless branches. It is like the cold that travels through your open mouth and down your throat, a frozen kiss stealing your breath. It is like a blizzard that swallows you in its swiftness, blinding behind and before, and side to side. Darkness is winter. It is the end. It is death.”
― Jaime Jo Wright, Night Falls on Predicament Avenue

“The wall between the two worlds is thin. Spirits roam.”
― Ekta Kumar, Box of Lies: A Love Story, Without Love

“The riverbank was thick with wings. Black feathers overshadowed the summer-green leaves and turned the trees into ragged Halloween specters in flapping obsidian.”
― N.P. Thompson, River of Crows

“All those dumb spooky movies like Friday the 13th, they all start in a house or a forest, or an abandoned cabin, or whatever, so you end up thinking you have to be scared of them. But you don’t. Not really. That whispering voice is never in the woods.

- S. E. Tolsen, Bunny”
― S. E. Tolsen

“All those dumb spooky movies like Friday the 13th, they all start in a house or a forest, or an abandoned cabin, or whatever, so you end up thinking you have to be scared of them. But you don’t. Not really. That whispering voice is never in the woods.”
― S. E. Tolsen

“You're being haunted... by the living.”
― Stacey L. Pierson

“Adelaide Darke hated funerals, but probably not for the same reason other people did. For most, it was because of the grief, raw and twisting in their bellies. For others, it was the fact that attending one was a stark reminder of one’s own unpredictable mortality.
In Adelaide’s case, it was much simpler. She disliked funerals because they made her see things no one was supposed to see. Dead people, specifically.”
― Rosanna Leo, Darke Homecoming

“A father who changes a nappy is a god. A mother who continues to breastfeed through mastitis and hemorrhoids and a third-degree tear is just a mother.”
― C.J Cooke

“Because a love as powerful as yours may bring hope to others, but despair will always be one step behind you.”
― Daniel Varona, Shadows of Reality

“I met them at the gate though I usually wait inside. Preoccupied with their own thoughts, impatient, like so many children, they didn't see who I really was. They never noticed my crown, my pain, the fire in my eyes.”
― Christopher Manson, Maze: Solve the World's Most Challenging Puzzle

“Turbulent rushes of air ran wild as the spirits of ghosts and the cries of souls were dragged across the threshold with a cadence of breath that was all too human.”
― Bladen Mercutio

“I didn’t go far, just around the perimeter of the neat yard in a slow shuffle, watching the sky, clear now, a billion stars spread across it. Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize that we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteries—but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was.”
― Ransom Riggs