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But Christman? Not for the spooky.'
'Yeah?' Kristen giggled. 'Well, tell that to Tim Burton. He thinks Cristmas is all about the spooky'
Jesus, Neal, watching you eat with a spork is like seeing Helen Keller at a ladies' afternoon tea.
The screen blanked, then produced a book cover. The jacket image - in black-and-white - showed barking dogs surrounding a scarecrow. In the background, shoulders slumped in a posture of weariness or defeat (or both), was a hunter with a gun. The eponymous Cortland, probably.
Neal fished around in a bag, removed something and handed it to me. It was a forky thing, but with a round depression. "What the fuck is this?" "It's a spork.
You're just spooked. It's Halloween; we're all kind of spooked. That's just the way it is. - Tory
I wanted to say something brilliant. My God, Holmes, how did you know the zombie was hiding in the flower pot? But I couldn't lie.
Something's nibbling my spleen!
It's a rotten world, Miss Millick,' said Mr. Wran, talking at the window. 'Fit for another morbid growth of superstition. It's time the ghosts, or whatever you call them, took over and began a rule of fear, They'd be no worse than men.' ("Smoke Ghost")
The girl with the tip-tilted nose, the forget-me-not eyes, the rose red cheeks
and the lily-white neck and shoulders who gave the explanation in a
trembling voice: It's the ghost!
- a freak. I don't want to be seen as a scary freak anymore. And with that I dropped a freeze-dried bat into the bubbling brew.
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
Harry the spider! they want me to tap dance. I don't want to tap dance!
Think books aren't scary? Well, think about this: You can't spell "Book" without "Boo!
What's a miffin?"
"Trippy muffin.
Jesus Christ - "
"Sherlock Holmes, actually. And you were doing such a good job remembering my name.
What the world needs right now ... a good, artistic, gothic, terrifying scare
An excellent indie horror book with a wholly original premise.
I am really easy to scare, and I don't enjoy watching spooky films.
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
Ghost implies a whole lot of things that I am NOT. Do I look like Casper to you?"
"Fine," said Nick. "We're not ghosts, we're Undefined Spectral Doohickies. USDs. Are you happy now?
Scully and I will be back to relieve you in eight hours if Tooms doesn't show,' Mulder promised. 'Right here.'
'You got it,' Kennedy said. Then he added in an undertone, 'Spooky.
I'm a witch, not a Ouija board."
--Rowan Gant (Perfect Trust: A Rowan Gant Investigation)
I know you, you scoundrel! I have heard of you before. You are Holmes, the meddler." My friend smiled. "Holmes, the busybody!" His smile broadened. "Holmes, the Scotland Yard Jack-in-office!" Holmes chuckled heartily.
Holmes was for the moment as startled as I. His hand closed like a vice upon my wrist in his agitation. Then he broke into a low laugh and put his lips to my ear.
"It is a nice household," he murmured. "That is the baboon.
You don't scare me, Mary Poppins!
spoon, jar, jar jar spoon
Halloween. Sly does it. Tiptoe catspaws. Slide and creep. But why? What for? How? Who? When! Where did it all begin? 'You don't know, do you?' asks Carapace Clavicle Moundshroud climbing out under the pile of leaves under the Halloween Tree. 'You don't really know!'
Get the hell away from my boyfriend, witch.
Boyfriend.
Was that what I was?
I tried to smile. Instead, I blacked out.
I believe you are a wizard, Mr. Holmes.
The real thing--Scotland Yard? Or Sherlock Holmes?
My name is Abbey. And I'm in love with a ghost.
Nothing is more reassuring, nothing is more true to the comfortable spirit of English occultism, than the smell of Brussels sprouts cooking
It felt like my teeth were sweating. Eoin Colfer's The Legend of Spud Murphy
Going across the Tannai Desert was one of the spookiest experiences I've ever had. Not driving during the day; that was fine. And so we camped in an old sort of truck siding, I think. And the silence. The eerie silence and then a dingo howling, and it was just so spooky. I didn't sleep all night.
You let me think I was being stalked by a ghost, you fuck nuts!
Skulduggery pleasant is the best book I've ever read and has enspired myself to become an author.
Hugely enjoyable and insightfulGosling has produced the perfect combination of rigorous research and lightness of prose to create a book that will transform every reader into a super snooper.
CUSTOMER (holding up a copy of a Harry Potter book): This doesn't have anything weird in it ... does it? BOOKSELLER: You mean, like, werewolves? CUSTOMER: No (whispers) - gays. BOOKSELLER: ... right.
In the pie chart of my brain growing up, there's a huge slice for 'Ghostbusters.'
- So what do we do? - She asked.
I reached for the doorknob and looked at the Bi.
- Forward to a normal life.
- Do you think that happens? - She asked, and I became spuskatsya through the power of the stairs to the exit:
"Be happy, the boss"
- And we'll try
Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare . . . what did Professor Sprout say? - it likes the dark and the damp - " "So light a fire!" Harry choked. "Yes - of course - but there's no wood!" Hermione cried, wringing her hands.
I'm always interested in the spooky repurposing of everyday things.
- What is a ghost? Stephen said with tingling energy. One who has faded into impalpability through death, through absence, through change of manners.
I get to be Peter Venkman," says Thomas. "Nobody gets to be anybody," I snap. "We are not ghostbusters. I've got the knife, and I kill the ghosts, and I can't be tripping over you the whole time. Besides, it's obvious that I would be Peter Venkman." I look sharply at Thomas. "You would be Egon.
Sweet bleedin' Christ," Bones interrupted. "Try not to let this turn you into a Ghost Whisperer, hmm? Adopting Fabian is one thing, but we're
already turning away spooks by the dozen. If you want another pet, we'll get you more cats.
Careful, Mr. Spiro, guns are dangerous. Especially the end with the hole.
I love the spy genre.
I just know I'm too much of a wuss for Stephen King's books. I'm way too chicken to read horror.
For a witch is nothing without her Spoon.
--Writing Mystery and Macabre--
Just trying to get a visual of you on the beach in Spain ...
How's that working out for you?
Pretty spiffy.
Spiffy? Did you just say spiffy?
I typed it actually. You got something against spiffy?
Where's my white out?"
"Chapter ten is missing!"
"Has anyone seen my socks?"
Linda spun around.
Mistress Yvonne gripped her shoulders. "This is a regular occurrence. No need to get involved."
Faint shouts echoed down the hall. "Leprechauns!
Stephen King is a great and incredible character.
When I got the invitation to be part of 'The Ghost' or 'The Ghost Writer,' as it's now known, from Mr. Roman Polanski, my interest level was very piqued. I was very excited and pleased to get such an offer from Mr. Roman Polanski.
despite a conducive environment and comforting faith, there is unease among the rooms' inhabitants, a rising tide of something close to fear. They know that a terrible ghost is abroad in the cloisters of Microsoft. The
An exchange student from Afghanistan "finds himself in the midst of America's circus of self-invention" as he experiences Halloween for the first time. His hosts bauble, "It's the greatest of holidays when you can become anything you want.
Snarky Snarkerson!
What kind of parents willingly name their kid Spud? They should be arrested for douchebaggery.
Dutch in my ear, Olde E in my palm,
I Freddy Krueger your face, Michael Myers your moms.
You botherin mine? That's when I'm sparkin the nine.
Ghosts!" gasped Alice. "Real, live ghosts?"
"No! Not 'real, live ghosts!' Spooky, dead ghosts!
A Spoon swoon, if you will.
Monster. Help. Popsicle scary
Do you like scary stories? he asked ominously.
Jacob Black
Wheat-Thinned Slut Monkey.
I know that I will go to my grave as Professor Sprout, whatever else I've done.
Bullets are creepy."
Stephenie
I'm not a freak. That's a horrible thing to say."
"That's where you're going. A special school for freaks. You and that Snape boy ... weirdos, that's what you two are ... "
"You didn't think it was such a freak's school when you wrote the headmaster and begged him to take you.
Up until two years ago, I was one of the top-selling real estate agents in the tricounty area. I went to a convention in Boca Raton. I had one too many margaritas, met a tall, pale, and handsome man in the bar, and woke up a vampire."
"I was mistaken for a deer and got shot," I offered."
"Oh.
I sit down in front of Baz now, on the coffee table
which I carried up by myself. He hands me his cup, and I take a sip. "What is this?"
"Pumpkin mocha breve. I created it myself.
It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read,
I need protection from the things in my head ...
Oh, there you are. I was afraid you had gone off to your stoats again. The carrier has brought you an ape.' 'What sort of an ape?' asked Stephen. 'A damned ill-conditioned sort of an ape.
spasm of horror, which
I could feel the ghosts of all the girls I'd been behind me in the alleyway, creeping in my wake. I could almost hear my own footsteps as an echo. For a moment it was so real that I spooked myself. I stopped and turned to look. There was only silence and darkness. I walked on.
Stephen King has inspired me with his humor and honesty, and his admonition that the author's job is to tell the truth.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
I can scare the pants off the holiest ghost.
a ghost clown stalking you through your house with a lawnmower.
Wow.A sylph.I think that's the first confirmed contact ever!"
I raised my hand. "Umm,hello? Girl who was kidnapped by said sylph? Anyone want to fill me in on what it is and why it decided to give me an aerial tour of our fine state?
Who ya gonna call?" "Ghostbusters!" "That phrase is ruined forever.
Belson came into the apartment with some crime-scene people and two homicide detectives.
"This guy," Charlie said, and looked at his notebook, "Spenser. He was impersonating a police officer."
Belson glanced at him. "We all thought that," Belson said, "when he was a cop.
What's your name and game.
(Stephen King The Tommy Knockers)
Ghost: Murder most foul, as in the best it is. But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
There's a ghost in this house! An unquiet spirit!"
Unquiet spirit?" Shane said under his breath. "Is that politically correct for pissed off? You know, like Undead American or something?
When I think of Sherlock Holmes, I think of a guy who can wander into the confusion of life and sort of pluck out answers at will.
Okay, now you're starting to scare me," Wes says.
"No, scary is the way people can alter their voices on cue. Like your imitation of that creepy guy who lives at your house."
"You mean my dad?" he laughs.
Holmes, you're a genius.
So I have been told.
You look as scary as a buttered muffin.
Good Lord, I'm regretting this now," I muttered. "I have never - ever - smelled BO this bad in my life. And I once had s'mores wit a Sasquatch."
"Hang out with him for awhile," Mort gasped. "Eventually it's not so bad."
"Wow. Really?"
"No. Not really.
Sudenly a gothic old man flu in on his broomstick. He had lung black hair and a looong black bread. He wus werring a blak robe dat sed 'avril lavigne' on da back. He shotted a spel and Vlodemort ran away. It was ... DUMBLYDORE!
Even the most impassioned devotee of the ghost story would admit that the taste for it is slightly abnormal, a survival, perhaps, from adolescence, a disease of deficiency suffered by those whose lives and imaginations do not react satisfactorily to normal experience and require an extra thrill
He was was especially excited about Aguirre, the Wrath of God. 'Look at this crazy dude,' he yelled, pointing at Klaus Kinski, who on the cover is wearing a Viking helmet and looks like a psychopath.
Holmes, you have an answer to everything
This Miss Wooster that I knew married a man named Spenser. Was she any relation?"
"She is my Aunt Agatha," I replied, and I spoke with a good deal of bitterness, trying to suggest by my manner that he was exactly the sort of man, in my opinion, who would know my Aunt Agatha.
James Jesus Angleton, the legendary "Gray Ghost.
It's cold outside, Mr. Snicket.'
'So I'll shiver,' I said. 'I've shivered before.'
She looked down at the table and traced her father's name with her black fingernail. 'So have I,' she said.
Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:
- That is God.
Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee!
- What? Mr Deasy asked.
- A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.
Paranoia, the first cousin of a bastard named fear
Halloween wraps fear in innocence, as though it were a lightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat ...
The Black Pirate,
What on earth could be worse than a malevolent witch?' I demanded.
'I belong to the best bit of the dark... I'm an earth-witch who serves Pan. My magic comes from the ground; it comes from the elements; it comes from the Earth itself. The truth is, that's what I was always meant to be.