Spooky spot

Usage examples of graveyard.

With the service ended, the body of John Adams was laid to rest beside that of his wife, in the graveyard across the road from the church.

As soon as he could get a decent Albanian to replace him, Nicu was going to be a graveyard boy.

As soon as I can get a decent Albanian to replace you, you are going to be a graveyard boy.

I mean, sure, it knocked the stuff out of me, scared the soul out one ear and back in the other, hit my wind and tore my gut, broke the bones and shook the wits, but, but, but, wife, but, but, but, clear sweet Meg, Meggy, Megan, I wish you were here, it might tamp the tobacco tars out of your half-ass lungs and bray the mossy graveyard backbreaking meanness from your marrow.

The fog appeared less menacing on the main road than it had in the unlit graveyard, though the high amber street-lights and the flashing Belisha beacons at the zebra crossing looked like the Martian machines out of War of the Worlds.

I took time out to kick over a Blackshirt who was lumbering to his feet in our path and, although he went down fast enough, there were others all around, dark shapes looming up in the smoke mists like spectres in a graveyard.

The graveyards are chockablock with murder victims and us dim sods are too thick to see it.

His view slit swung past the dark Temple of Cupay and the long stretch of terraced homes, their pastel hues fitfully lit by the dying flames in the Graveyard.

Then we searched the graveyard for a time - close to leaping out of our skins - in the suspicion that Dracula might still be lurking there.

Occasionally patched, the stone bore testimony to endurance and beauty even as the graveyard contents announced the fleetingness of life.

Dey put de corpse in one wagon and de fambly rode in another, but all de other folks walked to de graveyard.

And at least one should be a mage, in case this Graveyard Hag is hanging around.

If the strike is not won Paterson will be a howling wilderness and a graveyard industrially, because the workers will not stay there.

When the traveller passing by a lone graveyard interprets the tall and slender shrub laden with white blossoms as a swaying ghost, the misconception does not arise from any fault of mere vision, but from the type of former knowledge which the other surroundings of the moment call up, these evidently giving the mind a certain bias in its interpretation of the sensuous, or colour, impressions.

Von Kharkov could only lurch on as the forlorn shadows of the graveyard slid past, the tendrils of fog that drifted among the stones a tantalizing reminder of his still-distant goal.