Haunted House Quotes

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William Hope Hodgson
“There had stood a great house in the centre of the gardens, where now was left only that fragment of ruin. This house had been empty for a great while; years before his—the ancient man's—birth. It was a place shunned by the people of the village, as it had been shunned by their fathers before them. There were many things said about it, and all were of evil. No one ever went near it, either by day or night. In the village it was a synonym of all that is unholy and dreadful.”
William Hope Hodgson, The House on the Borderland

June Matthews
“experiencing this much fear made it impossible to continue to be afraid of ending relationships with people that were unhealthy- as if there was no more room inside me to be afraid. The fear made me stronger.”
June Matthews, The Reliving: A True Story

Henry James
“It had begun to be present to him after the first fortnight, it had broken out with the oddest abruptness, this particular wanton wonderment: it met him there--and this was the image under which he himself judged the matter, or at least, not a little, thrilled and flushed with it--very much as he might have been met by some strange figure, some unexpected occupant, at a turn of one of the dim passages of an empty house. The quaint analogy quite hauntingly remained with him, when he didn't indeed rather improve it by a still intenser form: that of his opening a door behind which he would have made sure of finding nothing, a door into a room shuttered and void, and yet so coming, with a great suppressed start, on some quite erect confronting presence, something planted in the middle of the place and facing him through the dusk.”
Henry James, The Jolly Corner

“Let [the wife] guard, as much as possible, against a gloomy and moody disposition, which causes her to move about with the silence and cloudiness of a spectre; for who likes to dwell in a haunted house?”
John Angell James, The Marriage Ring: Or How to Make Home Happy

“I have marked in traveling how lonely houses change their expression as you come near, pass, and leave them. Some frown, others smile. The Bible buildings had life of their own and human diseases; the priests cursed or blessed them as men.”
Emma Frances Dawson, An Itinerant House, And Other Ghost Stories

R.L. Stine
“I could hear my dad honking his horn impatiently down on the street. "I... uh... used to live in your house," I found myself answering.
And then I turned and ran full speed down to the street.”
R.L. Stine, Welcome to Dead House

Ransom Riggs
“You Sure this is it?" I said. "It looks empty."
"Empty? No way, there's loads of shit in there," worm replied”
Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

Jessica Lemmon
“Lily?”

She couldn’t see his face, but she knew his eyes were on her. She could feel them.

A beat passed. Then another. He flicked the flashlight on, his eyes zooming in on her mouth. “Don’t suppose you’re scared enough of the dark to leave.”

She shook her head. “I don’t suppose you’re planning on leaving me on my own.”

A smile, then, “You might cheat.” He tugged their linked hands and leaned the slightest bit closer.

“True,” she breathed, mirroring his movement. “I wouldn’t trust you if our roles were reversed.” Inches from his face, she admired the curve of his top lip. “What are you doing, Black?”

“I think,” he whispered back, his warm breath fanning over her lips, “I’m going to have to kiss you, McIntire.”
Jessica Lemmon, If You Dare

Jessica Lemmon
“Lily?”

She couldn’t see his face, but she knew his eyes were on her. She could feel them.

A beat passed. Then another. He flicked the flashlight on, his eyes zooming in on her mouth. “Don’t suppose you’re scared enough of the dark to leave.”

She shook her head. “I don’t suppose you’re planning on leaving me on my own.”

A smile, then, “You might cheat.” He tugged their linked hands and leaned the slightest bit closer.

“True,” she breathed, mirroring his movement. “I wouldn’t trust you if our roles were reversed.” Inches from his face, she admired the curve of his top lip. “What are you doing, Black?”

“I think,” he whispered back, his warm breath fanning over her lips, “I’m going to have to kiss you, McIntire.”
Jessica Lemmon

Jessica Lemmon
“You’re killing me in this proper little suit,” he said, skating a heated look over her shirt. “My place or yours?”

She swallowed thickly, the hand against his chest beginning to sweat. “I-I’m busy.”

“You’re gonna be,” he said, smiling. “Need to know what bed you’re gonna be in, though. Bringing my A game.”

“Don’t you think—?”

“About you underneath me? Only every other minute. Now answer me, or else I’ll throw you on the nearest desk.”

Heat burst onto her cheeks. He noticed.

“Oh, really?” He smiled down at her.”
Jessica Lemmon, If You Dare

Jessica Lemmon
“Say my name."

"No." She tipped her head up, her breath sawing out of her lungs. “Don’t stop, please.”

He languidly stroked her. “I won’t stop, but I won’t take you there unless you say it.”

Her voice locked in her throat.

He stroked into her again at the same time giving her the pressure she desired with his thumb. “I have all night.”
Jessica Lemmon, If You Dare

Jessica Lemmon
“This is good,” he told her.

She gave him a slow blink. “You like wine?”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

“You strike me as a beer-from-the-can kind of guy.”

“I am.”
”
Jessica Lemmon, If You Dare

Jessica Lemmon
“Lily?”
She couldn’t see his face, but she knew his eyes were on her. She could feel them.
A beat passed. Then another. He flicked the flashlight on, his eyes zooming in on her mouth. “Don’t suppose you’re scared enough of the dark to leave.”
She shook her head. “I don’t suppose you’re planning on leaving me on my own.”
A smile, then, “You might cheat.” He tugged their linked hands and leaned the slightest bit closer.
“True,” she breathed, mirroring his movement. “I wouldn’t trust you if our roles were reversed.” Inches from his face, she admired the curve of his top lip. “What are you doing, Black?”
“I think,” he whispered back, his warm breath fanning over her lips, “I’m going to have to kiss you, McIntire.”
Jessica Lemmon, If You Dare

Jessica Lemmon
“He drew in an answering breath, and she waited to hear the quip, the joke, the dab of levity for the most intense moment they’d ever shared. But he only dropped his head into the crook of her neck and laid his mouth over her leaping pulse as they found their unhurried rhythm in the dark.”
Jessica Lemmon, If You Dare

Jessica Lemmon
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He sent her a wink, a devilish one, the same one he no doubt used to sear the panties off his dates.”
Jessica Lemmon, If You Dare

Ernest George Henham
“There the book fell, and it seemed to Conway that an invisible hand had struck it out of his. He rose, leaving the journal lying open as it had fallen, and hurried from the room. A gloom filled the passage and the house was full of horror, resounding with the sufferings of its past inhabitants and dripping with their tears. His hand closed upon the damp balustrade, and the rotten wood exuded moisture like a sponge. A minute later the owner, but not the master, of the Strath was speeding through the garden, his being reaching out to find an affinity, as embryonic life must grope into the darkness for its promised soul.”
Ernest George Henham

Hunter Shea
“Buried and burned. Never find them. Never. Buried and buried.”
Hunter Shea, Island of the Forbidden

Hunter Shea
“Galton was a world renowned anthropologist back in the nineteenth century, though he was a big overshadowed by his cousin, Charles Darwin.”
Hunter Shea, Island of the Forbidden

Hunter Shea
“It's this place. Whatever darkness came to the island, it's here to stay. Stick around long enough and it gets inside your skin, into your cells, like an infection.”
Hunter Shea, Island of the Forbidden

Hunter Shea
“Jessica's hand flew to her mouth. If she had any doubt, the next entry settled it.
She read on, cool beads of sweat trickling down the back of her neck, hardly daring to breathe as the black heart of Ormsby Island came closer and closer into focus.”
Hunter Shea, Island of the Forbidden

Jalina Mhyana
“Our divorce was an optical illusion, surely, because I am often still there, in my old home with my family. I can so easily fool myself, even without a scope, a lens, a patch of sky to measure my trauma, my blues, my perspective or my period of mourning. Suspension of disbelief can be a very real kind of haunting.”
Jalina Mhyana, Dreaming in Night Vision: A Story in Vignettes

Hunter Shea
“She cursed under her breath. Eddie watched the EBs react, the younger ones recoiling with silent gasps.
"Better watch your language. There are children present. I think you're freaking them out."
"Sure, I'm the one freaking them out.”
Hunter Shea, Island of the Forbidden

R.L. Stine
“You coming or not?" he repeated impatiently.
I was going to say no. But then, glancing at the curtains, I thought, it's probably no more spooky out there in that cemetery than it is here in my own bedroom!”
R.L. Stine, Welcome to Dead House

Hunter Shea
“The stinging slap against her cheek whipped her head sideways. Her hand reflexively went to her burning face.
"I told you no," Tobe said, barely above a whisper.
Daphne had no words. He'd never so much as hinted at touching her in anger before. She now understood what stunned speechless meant.”
Hunter Shea, Island of the Forbidden

Jake Vander-Ark
“I’m pretty sure your house isn’t haunted,” he said.
She shrugged. “Part of me hopes you’re wrong.”
Jake Vander-Ark, Fallout Dreams

Hunter Shea
“I have a new nickname for Dottie. She's now the Crazy Whisperer.”
Hunter Shea, Island of the Forbidden

“Neither of us had lived in a house since we were kids; apartments, it turns out, are very different things, psychologically. Houses—especially old and creaky houses—are individuals, somehow; their fronts are faces, their closets are pants pockets.”
Ben Dolnick

Mandy Ashcraft
“It sat proudly basking in the warm glow of the street lights; it wasn't a menacing 'enter at your own risk' sight at all. More of a 'come in if you'd like, if not then have a lovely evening' picturesque artifact of the Old South.”
Mandy Ashcraft, Small Orange Fruit

Grace Willows
“Sometimes it takes more courage to believe in what you can’t see.” she said quietly, and then looked into his dark blue eyes. “Because anyone can believe in what’s already been proven”.

Grace Willows- Not a Ghost of a Chance”
Grace Willows

Pamela Harju
“It was raining outside. It wasn’t heavy, but it left droplets on the windows, making it look like the window was covered in glitter which gleamed and shone in the candlelight. There was something outlandish about the place. It wasn’t only the grand rooms and the exquisite décor and not even the sheer size of the building; there was more to it. It was a feeling. She felt enveloped in it day and night. It wasn’t unpleasant or choking, but it wasn’t cosy and welcoming either. It was just there, like a straitjacket. She hoped that there could have been a bit more glitter and glamour to her days. She wasn’t exactly a sparkly kind of girl, but she missed… something.”
Pamela Harju, A World Other Than Her Own

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