Spooky Quotes

Cross the threshold have no dread.
Lift the sheet back in this way.
Here is little Effie's head.
Whose brains are made of gingerbread.

Fear has many eyes and can see things underground.

...it was a huge creature, luminous, ghastly, and spectral. I have cross-examined these men, one of them a hard-headed countryman, one a farrier, and one a moorland farmer, who all tell the same story of this dreadful apparition, exactly corresponding to the hell-hound of the legend. I assure you that there is a reign of terror in the district, and that it is a hardy man who will cross the moor at night.

A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises.  Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night. 

Stir the fire till it lowe
How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon
From the slow opening curtains of the clouds
Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!

Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names.

Men say that in this midnight hour,
The disembodièd have power
To wander as it liketh them,
By wizard oak and fairy stream.

There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

Red serpents, fiery forms, and yelling hags,
Fit company for mad adventurers.

Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite,
All are on their rounds tonight;
In the wan moon's silver ray,
Thrives their helter-skelter play.

If a man harbors any sort of fear, it makes him landlord to a ghost.

A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night.

They that are born on Halloween shall see more than other folk.

Men say that in this midnight hour,
The disembodied have power
To wander as it liketh them,
By wizard oak and fairy stream.

Where there is no imagination there is no horror.

'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

My candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open.