creepily

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英[ˈkriːpɪli]美[ˈkripəli]

adv. 令人毛骨悚然地

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1.How do you get hiring managers to hire you? Don't pull these actual, creepily creative stunts.

您会如何让招聘经历聘用您？别耍这些令人感到古怪的…

2.How do you get hiring managers to hire you? Don't pull these actual, creepily creative stunts.

您会如何让招聘经历聘用您？别耍这些令人感到古怪的…

3.The old house looked creepily abandoned, with vines growing over the windows.

这座老房子看起来令人毛骨悚然地被遗弃，窗户上长满了藤蔓。

4.He smiled at her creepily, making her feel uncomfortable.

他怪异地对她微笑，让她感到不安。

5.The movie was filled with creepily suspenseful moments that kept the audience on edge.

这部电影充满了令人毛骨悚然的悬疑时刻，让观众一直紧张不已。

6.She heard a creepily soft whisper in the dark room.

她在黑暗的房间里听到了一个令人毛骨悚然的低语。

7.The doll stared at her creepily from the shelf.

那个洋娃娃从架子上怪异地盯着她。

作文

The night was dark and stormy, a perfect setting for a ghost story. As I sat around the campfire with my friends, we decided to share our scariest experiences. One friend began to recount a tale that sent shivers down my spine. He spoke of an old, abandoned house at the end of our street that was rumored to be haunted. The way he described it made the atmosphere feel even more eerie. He said that when he walked past the house at night, he could feel something watching him from the windows, a sensation that was both unsettling and creepily thrilling. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as he continued. "I remember one particular night when I dared to approach the house," he said. "As I got closer, the wind howled, and I could hear the creaking of the old wooden boards. It was as if the house itself was alive, breathing in the darkness. Suddenly, I saw a shadow move behind one of the broken windows. My heart raced, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I had never experienced fear like that before. It was creepily exhilarating, yet I knew I should turn back. But curiosity got the better of me." He paused for effect, and we all leaned in closer, hanging on his every word. "I took a deep breath and stepped onto the porch. The wood groaned under my weight, and I could see the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open, and it swung wide with a loud creak. Inside, the air was stale, filled with the scent of mildew and decay. I felt a presence, something that made the hairs on my arms stand up. It was creepily quiet, too quiet, as if the house was holding its breath. As I ventured further in, I noticed strange markings on the walls, symbols that seemed to pulse with energy. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t alone. Every little sound echoed in the silence, making my heart pound louder. I glanced over my shoulder, half-expecting to see someone standing behind me. The thought was creepily unnerving, but I pressed on. Then, I heard it—a soft whisper that seemed to come from nowhere. It was a voice I didn’t recognize, and it sent chills down my spine. I froze, my instincts screaming at me to run. But instead, I called out, asking if anyone was there. The only response was the sound of my own voice bouncing off the walls, creepily mocking me. Suddenly, I felt a cold breeze sweep through the room, and the door slammed shut behind me. Panic set in as I realized I was trapped. I banged on the door, shouting for help, but no one came. The whispers grew louder, swirling around me like a storm. I could feel the temperature drop, and I knew I had to escape. With one final push, I threw my weight against the door, and it burst open. I ran out into the night, my heart racing and my mind reeling from the experience. As my friend finished his story, we all sat in stunned silence. The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows that danced around us. I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that lingered in the air. It was a reminder of how creepily thrilling the unknown can be, and how sometimes, the scariest stories are the ones that remind us of our own fears and curiosities. That night, as I lay in my tent, I couldn’t help but think about that old house and what might be lurking within its walls. It was a thought that was both creepily fascinating and terrifying at the same time, leaving me restless until dawn.

那天晚上黑暗而暴风雨，正是讲鬼故事的完美场景。当我和朋友们围坐在篝火旁时，我们决定分享我们最可怕的经历。一个朋友开始讲述一个令人毛骨悚然的故事。他讲述了我们街尽头的一座废弃老房子，传闻那里闹鬼。他描述它的方式让气氛更加阴森。他说，当他晚上路过那座房子时，能感觉到有什么东西从窗户里盯着他，这种感觉既令人不安又creepily刺激。我的脖子后面汗毛竖起，他继续说道。 “我记得有一个特别的晚上，我鼓起勇气靠近那座房子，”他说。“当我走近时，风呼啸而过，我能听到老木板的吱吱声。就像房子本身活了一样，在黑暗中呼吸。突然，我看到一个影子在破窗后面移动。我的心跳加速，寒意沿着脊椎直下。我从未体验过这样的恐惧。这是creepily刺激的，但我知道我应该回头。但是好奇心让我无法自拔。” 他停顿了一下，以增加效果，我们都向前倾身，紧紧盯着他每一个字。“我深吸一口气，踏上了门廊。木头在我脚下发出呻吟声，我能看到门微微打开。我推开它，门发出刺耳的吱呀声，完全打开了。里面的空气陈旧，弥漫着霉味和腐朽的气息。我感觉到一种存在感，让我的手臂上的汗毛竖起。这是creepily安静的，太安静了，仿佛房子屏住了呼吸。 当我进一步探索时，我注意到墙上有奇怪的符号，似乎在脉动着能量。我无法摆脱自己并不孤单的感觉。每一个小声音在寂静中回响，让我的心跳得更响。我瞥过肩膀，半期待看到有人站在我身后。这个念头令人creepily不安，但我继续前进。 然后，我听到了——一个似乎来自无处的低语。那是我不认识的声音，让我脊背发凉。我僵住了，本能地告诉我快跑。但我却叫了出来，问有没有人。唯一的回应是我自己的声音在墙壁间回荡，creepily嘲弄着我。 突然，我感到一阵冷风吹过房间，门猛地关上了。恐慌涌上心头，我意识到自己被困住了。我拍打着门，呼喊着求助，但没有人来。低语声变得越来越大，像风暴一样在我周围盘旋。我能感觉到温度下降，知道我必须逃跑。最后，我拼尽全力撞向门，门应声而开。我冲出夜色，心脏狂跳，脑海中回想着这次经历。 当我的朋友讲完他的故事时，我们都愣住了。篝火噼啪作响，投射出闪烁的阴影在我们周围舞动。我无法摆脱空气中挥之不去的恐惧感。这提醒我creepily刺激的未知，以及有时，最可怕的故事是那些提醒我们自己恐惧和好奇心的故事。那天晚上，当我躺在帐篷里时，我忍不住想起那座老房子和它墙内可能潜伏的东西。这是一个既creepily迷人又令人恐惧的念头，让我直到黎明都无法安宁。