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I realized, then, what a creepy, dull, inanimate horror this land had been to me all these years, and how I had been in such a stifled condition of mind as to have grown used to it almost beyond the power to notice it. I gave my order to the superintendent of the Academy personally. I also asked him to bring me some paper and a fountain pen and a box or so of safety matches.
He never done nothin' but set an' look, an' folks would give him somethin' to eat now an' then, as if they thought 't was all right, an' the other one 'd try to go an' come, an' at last he hived away altogether an' died. I don't know what you'd call it that ailed him. There's suthin' in cussin' that's bad for folks, now I tell ye, Mis' Downs." "Hannah's eyes always makes me creepy now," Mrs.
Still, I really can't see what there was to faint about. Afterwards she said it had made her feel quite creepy. And she'll never be able to eat another egg. At first Father was quite frightened and so was Mother, but then he laughed and said: What a fuss about nothing! She had to go and lie down at once and I stayed downstairs for a long time.
"'Who are you? said Melchior, feeling rather creepy. "'TIME, said his visitor, in a deep voice, which sounded as if it came from a distance. "'Oh, to be sure, yes! In copper plate capitals. "'What's in copper-plate capitals? inquired Time. "'Your name, under the print. "'Very likely, said Time. "Melchior felt more and more uneasy. 'You must be very cold, he said.
"Perhaps we shall find her there," said Geoffrey with a laugh. "Your woman? No! That would be rather creepy! To think we had a spy on us all the time! I should hate that!" She spoke with animation; and a sudden question shot across French's mind. She and Buntingford had been alone there under the darkness of the yews.
"But yet somehow encouragingly creepy, invitingly creepy. It looks like something in a jolly old nursery story in which you are frightened out of your skin, and yet know that things always end well. The way those low sharp gables are carved like great black bat's wings folded down, and the way those queer-coloured bowls underneath are made to shine like giants eye-balls.
Joe was a nasty customer, and I could see that I should 'ave to be a bit careful. Some men might ha' told the police about it but I never cared much for them. They're like kids in a way, always asking questions most of which you can't answer. It was a little bit creepy all alone on the wharf that night. I don't deny it. Twice I thought I 'eard something coming up on tip-toe behind me.
They sang and danced in their night-gowns. Such a deliciously creepy song it was, in which they pretended to be frightened at their own shadows; little witting that so soon shadows would close in upon them, from whom they would shrink in real fear. So uproariously gay was the dance, and how they buffeted each other on the bed and out of it!
"Cats," said Dana Da, with a hiccough, for he had discovered the Englishman's whisky bottle. "Cats and cats and cats! Never was such a Sending. A hundred of cats. Now give me ten more rupees and write as I dictate." Dana Da's letter was a curiosity. It bore the Englishman's signature, and hinted at cats at a Sending of cats. The mere words on paper were creepy and uncanny to behold.
"Of course I don't believe in ghosts," she said, "but what do you suppose that is?" "I had a theory," I said, "that it is the work of a lunatic, but I've since concluded it is due to practical jokers. I'll tell you what I'll do. If you wait here, I'll investigate and see what I can find out for you." "Oh, would you really dare, Mr. Wade? I don't believe men ever have creepy nerves," she exclaimed.
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