"More Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" Quotes

It was a small voice, barely audible, coming from the darkness inside the hole. 'My name is Harold,' it said.

They found his body hanging in the attic. His eyes had been gouged out.

The footsteps stopped. And then they started again, slowly, slowly, moving toward the bed.

The woman in white reached out to him. 'Take me with you,' she said. 'I'm cold.'

Five, six, pick up sticks. Seven, eight, lay them straight. Nine, ten, a big fat hen.

The boy ran to the door and opened it. There was his grandfather, hanging by a rope from a rafter.

The girl said that she would love him until all the fish in the sea turned to sand.

He put his hand on the gravestone to steady himself, but the stone wobbled. It wasn't a stone. It was a skull.

The wind blew out the candle, and the man turned to relight it. And when he did, there stood a man with a knife.

The boy screamed and screamed and screamed. And then he stopped. And he listened. And he heard his own voice screaming back at him.