The Scariest Lines From Literatuređ
Halloween is right around the corner and with that comes the perfect (justified) excuse to cosy up with a book that will, without a doubt, scare us stupid. If youâre not in the spooky spirit just yet, or perhaps need a little bit of inspo for which book to get stuck into, then take a look at this selection of quotes that weâve put together. It might just give you that little bit of direction you were hoping for! Weâd love to hear if you have any more quotes to add.Â
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It - Stephen King
âSmells of dirt and wet and long-gone vegetables would merge into one unmistakable ineluctable smell, the smell of the monster, the apotheosis of all monsters. It was the smell of something for which he had no name: the small of It, crouched and lurking and ready to spring. A creature which would eat anything but was especially hungry for boymeat.â
Coraline - Neil Gaiman
âI swear it on my own motherâs grave.âÂ
âDoes she have a grave?â asked Coraline.
âOh yes,â said the other mother. â I put her in there myself. And when I found her trying to crawl, I put her back.âÂ
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Dracula - Bram Stroker
âEven if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may sufferâboth in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.â
Knock - Fredrik Brown
âThe last man on earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.â
Frankenstein - Mary Shelley
 âThere is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.â
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The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde
âThe brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination, made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain, danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through moving masks.â
Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
âDo you think she can see us, talking to one another now? Do you think the dead come back and watch the living?â
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Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde -Â Robert Louis Stevenson
ââŠThat insurgent horror was knit to him closer than a wife, closer than an eye lay caged in his flesh, where he heard it mutter and felt it struggle to be born; and at every hour of weakness, and in the confidence of slumber, prevailed against him, and deposed him out of life.â
The Tempest - William Shakespeare
 âHell is empty and all the devils are here.âÂ
Antigonish - William Hughes Mearns
âLast night I saw upon the stair A little man who wasnât there. He wasnât there again today. Oh, how I wish heâd go away.â
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