Men always remember a woman who caused them concern and uneasiness.
I've been told I stand out, but usually it's like, 'Sasha, you kind of look crazy,' or 'What are you doing?'
I wanted to write a horror story. But in some ways, I have always thought of myself as a kind of ghost-story/horror writer, though most of the time the supernatural never actually appears on stage.
she was just that shiver that makes you walk faster at night. You don't know why you do it, but some part of you remembers that the dark is never really empty. ~Anita
I had the feeling that some horrible image was just beyond the field of vision, moving, as I turned my head, so that I never quite saw it.
What makes Freddy Krueger such a horrible character? What makes him scare you to death? You can't get rid of the guy. He never goes away.
I don't cause riots, but I do cause confusion. People freeze when they spot me.
I've always had a big personality. I was trickier as a kid. I behaved erratically instead of consistently. I would have tons of friends, and then I would have no friends. I'd be with the cool girls, then the uncool girls. I migrated from group to group because I was bored or people got bored with me. I was very intense.
Only Ron's dog was watching William. He considered that it had, for a dog, a very offensive and knowing look. A couple of months ago someaone had tried to hand William the old story about there being a dog in the city that could talk. (...) The dog in front of William didn't look as if it could talk, but it DID look as if it would swear.
Try looking into that place where you dare not look! You'll find me there, staring out at you!
... when the locked door opens, and there comes in a young woman, deadly pale, and with long fair hair, who glides to the fire, and sits down in the chair we have left there, wringing her hands.
The first monster that an audience has to be scared of is the filmmaker. They have to feel in the presence of someone not confined by the normal rules of propriety and decency.
The bald look intimidates people. Short and nasty.
There is something about the way I photograph. People often say, 'Are you cross with me?' My eyes can look sort of... like a wall.
My wife gives me a hard time, whether it's playing games with people we don't know too well and I'm intense. I could probably turn off a few people to probably being around me because of that.
Murk can be described as an enfeebled fog with a personality disorder; it is more troubled than ethereal, sulking moodily over our lives at the end of the day.
He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn’t specify the point. He’s an extraordinary-looking man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way. No sir; I can make no hand of it; I can’t describe him. And it’s not want of memory; for I declare I can see him this moment.
It rubs me the wrong way, a camera... It's a frightening thing...Cameras make ghosts out of people.
It was one of the occasions when Lymond asleep wrecked the peace of mind of more people than Lymond awake.
His energy is very malevolent. Don't get sick or I'll start asking you if the baby is all right in front of him.
Few things are less comforting than a tiger who's up too late.
Silence, and then Eve said, "Okay, that was extra creepy, with whipped creepy topping. And this is me, changing my mind.
It watches," he added suddenly. "The house. It watches every move you make.
What was once dormant is now a Creeping Thing
Having once met Trump... Ah he's creepy, man.
