Many people enjoy being scared. A spooky book or film satisfies some of these urges while keeping us entertained.
When we confront fear, we learn a lot about ourselves. Whether you’re most afraid of monsters, vampires, a clown or a creepy doll, you can find a quote that will scratch your itch for something scary.
Some of these frightening quotes even come from the Bible. The superstitious among us may want to steer clear of these quotes.
Many of these quotes are funny. They will entertain you while they give you a fright. Explore the spooky side of life with these spine-chilling quotes.
There are girls who find the giant beard ‘gross’ and ‘creepy.’ I know because they tell me.
I don’t trust or love anyone. Because people are so creepy. Creepy creepy creeps. Creeping around. Creeping here and creeping there. Creeping everywhere.
I see dead people.
Depending upon my activities, I sleep between five and ten hours every night. I sleep in an extra-wide single bed, and I use only one heavy down comforter over me, summer or winter. I have never been able to wear pajamas or creepy nightgowns; they disturb my sleep.
The perfect antidote to dark, cold and creepy is light, warm and cozy.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
For no mere mortal can resist the evil of the thriller.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Double double toil and trouble. Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
You could make any song sound creepy if you wanted. It’s all about the inflection.
Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells ’em off for a coupla stones.
There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.
Just when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, you realize you’re standing on another trapdoor.
Whatever you do… don’t fall asleep.
I guess creepy comes natural to me – I hate to say that.
Death is no more than passing from one room into another.
Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we’re opened, we’re red.
I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest – expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there’s nothing there, not even a beat.
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
I find human beings to be so complex and full of beauty. Creativity is our way to express and challenge and flow. So, all you humans, create and flow! I’ll be over here thinking you are beautiful and creepy and freaky and wonderful!
Tasty, tasty, beautiful fear.
When there’s no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the Earth.
Hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to the other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice.
I was not a lovable child, and I’d grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it’d be a scribble with fangs.
There are horrors beyond life’s edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man’s evil prying calls them just within our range.
I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.
Creepy keeps creeping across the cold cobbles. Watch how he creeps and be sure he hasn’t crept up on you.
The paranormal, you can’t pick and choose. It’s all or nothing.
People don’t get better, they just get smarter. When you get smarter you don’t stop pulling the wings off flies, you just think of better reasons for doing it.
Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer
I think I just never wanted to be the creepy guy where people say, ‘Why do his leading ladies keep getting younger and younger, and why do they think he’s so hot even though we know that the girl who’s playing this part actually has a handsome boyfriend?’
Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.
I lay in bed and thought about how easy it was to hurt a person. It didn’t have to be physical. All you had to do was take a good hard kick at something they cared about.
All a skeptic is is someone who hasn’t had an experience yet.
It’s a big spooky place when you’re in it alone. It’s like you can hear all the whispers of all the voices of all the actors who ever played here. Kind of creepy. Like a church can be creepy when it’s empty. You ever been in a church after hours?
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
A person terrified with the imagination of spectres, is more reasonable than one who thinks the appearance of spirits fabulous and groundless.
I’ve shot films in locations that have seemed haunted. I shot a film in a maximum-security prison in Russia. Part of it was on a psychiatric ward – there were definitely some creepy vibes there.
It’s close to midnight, something evil’s lurking from the dark. Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart.
Tweets? That stuff kills conversation. And people taking pictures with their phone or recording you, sometimes surreptitiously, is creepy. They come up and just start talking to you, and you can see the red light on their phone.
Me being so open just helps other people. People feel like they know me so much that they can talk to me all of the time about really personal things. Sometimes it’s really nice and comforting. It depends on the person, whether they’re creepy or not.
Psychoanalysis has taught that the dead – a dead parent, for example – can be more alive for us, more powerful, more scary, than the living. It is the question of ghosts.
The time’s come to play, here in my garden of shadows.
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door…
Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to.
Some teeth long for ripping, gleaming wet from black dog gums. So you keep your eyes closed at the end. You don’t want to see such a mouth up close. before the bite, before its oblivion in the goring of your soft parts, the speckled lips will curl back in a whinny of excitement. You just know it.
Directing a funeral isn’t about death at all. Funerals are for the living, not the dead.
It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.
A sense of wrongness, of fraught unease, as if long nails scraped the surface of the moon, raising the hackles of the soul.
It’s kind of ridiculous, but I hate creepy crawlers. Like centipedes. It’s just the fact that they have so many legs! I am not great with spiders either. That absolutely creeps me out.
I must go in. The fog is rising.
All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.
No matter how much you think you love somebody, you’ll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.
In the middle of nowhere, along a quiet stretch of road, the diner dreamt of the hungry dead. And of two men.
I am your number one fan.
Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells ’em off for a coupla stones.
Ghosts seem harder to please than we are; it is as though they haunted for haunting’s sake – much as we relive, brood, and smoulder over our pasts.
Creepy is better than just plain scary because you can’t look away from creepy – you want to know the truth!
In Eastern culture, people see ghosts, people talk about ghosts… it’s just accepted. And in Western culture it’s just not.
I have taken taking my music to labels for years, and everyone just thought it was creepy. They thought the images with the music were weird and verging on psychotic.
Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m just going to bash your brains in.
Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.
Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.
It is the same woman, I know, for she is always creeping, and most women do not creep by daylight.
Even more than dying itself, I’m scared of the horror-movie changes that happen to the human body as it ages. I think of it as a sort of haunted-house effect, living inside a crumbling, creaking structure that is full of ghosts and will, some day, fall down.
It would be nice to create something that’s healing rather than slightly creepy and darkly judgmental!
We feel most alive when we are closest to death.
I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherf*cker.
Normal is an ilusion. What’s normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.
For a guy who claimed not to be a stalker he sure knows the tricks of the trade. Give up the Ghost
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