At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices.

Depths of Friendship…under fathoms deepof dark and bitter coldan eerie oscillationreverberated brash and bold…

Little Maiden Encounters FearDeepest regions walked she therelittle maiden sweet and fairventured far from the pathnever a whispernever a laugh…

…flames moved towards himand dropped within-singed and marred his tender skin …(the frightful plight tale)

I want my shows to be eerie and mysterious.

I paid the taxi driver, got out with my suitcase, surveyed my surroundings, and just as I was turning to ask the driver something or get back into the taxi and return forthwith to Chillán...

Shadows were too black, and when a breeze stirred the trees, the shadows changed in a disquieting way.

It’s not a good idea.

More silence; children’s silence, so desperately desired by adults yet eerie when it finally occurs.

There was an eerie quiet about last night, like death sleeping on the beach of Lake Erie. I woke up with sand in my shoes and tiny coffins on my feet.

…his voice was like the cracking of ice on a winter lake, and the words were mocking