Quotes / Haunted House

Jim: Hey honey, you know they have dead people in the backyard.
Sara: Well, some people have swimming pools, others have private cemeteries. It can happen.

What is it in the house
That the darkness brings to life?
I sense their eyes upon me
As I grab a butcher knife
Whatever it is that waits for me
It hides beneath my bed
If I try to sleep tonight
By morning I'll be dead!

'Cause I'm shakin' and I'm thinkin'
Of something evil lurking
And waiting for me in the house
Yes, I'm shakin' and I'm thinkin'
Of something evil lurking
And waiting for me in the dark
Metal Church, "The Dark"

The closer she gets to Thornton Hall, the more dilapidated it looks. The paint has all but crumbled from its walls, leaving them coated in sickly green; the great front pillars are enveloped in strangling tendrils of ivy and half the railings on the upper floor are overgrown with the dark haze of rust. Cypresses lurk dangerously close to the house, their branches nearly brushing the ragged roof. Wade has already reached the porch and stands unmoving there, shadowed by its ceiling.
"It seems built to inspire dread, I think," Nancy murmurs absently.
"Indeed it was." The words slip out before Clara can stop them and she grits her teeth. Nancy glances at her but offers no reply.
The crimson and turquoise of the threadbare carpet, the deep burgundy of the tattered, peeling, moldy wallpaper; the stairs, far across the entryway, leading up to a second floor engulfed in lamplight and shadow; the carved mahogany sets of doors flanking both sides of the room, to parlor on the right and dining room on the left. The rest of the house, a floorplan long blocked from memory, returns to Clara, and she reels.
Haze, a fanfic of Nancy Drew: The Ghost of Thornton Hall

Ann: What did [Belasco] do to make this house so evil, Mr. Fischer?
Fischer: Drug addiction, alcoholism, sadism, bestiality, mutilation, murder, vampirism, necrophilia, cannibalism, not to mention a gamut of sexual goodies. Shall I go on?