ghastlier

简明释义

英[ˈɡɑːstliə]美[ˈɡæstliər]

adj. 可怕的；惨白的；惊人的；极坏的（ghastly 的变形）

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1.This was ghastlier than I had anticipated.

这比我预期的可怕。

2.This was ghastlier than I had anticipated.

这比我预期的可怕。

3.The horror movie was even ghastlier 更可怕的 than the last one I watched.

这部恐怖电影比我看过的最后一部还要ghastlier 更可怕的。

4.As the storm approached, the sky took on a ghastlier 更可怕的 shade of gray.

随着风暴的逼近，天空呈现出一种ghastlier 更可怕的灰色。

5.The abandoned house had a ghastlier 更可怕的 reputation than any other in the neighborhood.

这座废弃的房子在邻里中有着比其他任何房子都要ghastlier 更可怕的名声。

6.His tales of the past grew ghastlier 更可怕的 with each retelling.

他对过去的故事每次讲述都变得ghastlier 更可怕的。

7.The crime scene was ghastlier 更可怕的 than anything I had ever seen on TV.

这个犯罪现场比我在电视上见过的任何东西都要ghastlier 更可怕的。

作文

The night was eerily quiet as I walked through the abandoned house at the end of the street. The air was thick with dust, and the moonlight barely illuminated the dark corners of the rooms. I had heard stories about this place, tales of ghostly figures and strange noises that sent shivers down the spine of anyone brave enough to enter. As I stepped further inside, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, and I felt a chill run down my spine. Suddenly, I remembered one of the ghastliest stories I had heard about this house. It was said that many years ago, a family had mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Their laughter, once echoing through the halls, was replaced by an unsettling silence. Over the years, various people had claimed to see shadows flitting past the windows, and some even reported hearing cries for help. It was all too much for my imagination to handle. As I ventured deeper into the house, I noticed the walls were covered with peeling wallpaper, revealing ghastlier patterns that seemed to twist and writhe under the dim light. Each creak of the floorboards beneath my feet sounded like whispers of the past, warning me to turn back. Yet, curiosity pushed me forward. I stumbled upon a room that looked as if it had been frozen in time. Dusty toys lay scattered across the floor, and an old rocking chair swayed gently as if someone had just left it. It was in that moment that I understood why the locals spoke of this place with such dread. The memories trapped within these walls were ghastlier than any horror film could depict. Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house, causing me to jump in fright. My heart raced as I turned to see what had caused the noise. I was met with an overwhelming sense of dread; the shadows seemed to deepen, and the air grew colder. It was as if the very essence of the house was alive, pulsating with a ghastlier energy. I could feel the weight of countless souls who had wandered these halls, their stories intertwining with mine in a haunting tapestry of despair. In that moment, I realized that the true horror of this place was not just the ghost stories or the ghastlier apparitions that might lurk in the shadows, but rather the loss of life and the unresolved fates of those who had once called this house home. Each creak, each whisper, was a reminder of the fragility of existence and the weight of history that clung to the air. I took a deep breath and made my way back toward the entrance, my heart still racing. As I stepped outside into the cool night air, I felt a rush of relief wash over me. I had faced the ghastlier fears that resided within those walls, and while I may never know the full extent of the stories hidden there, I would carry the experience with me forever. Walking away from the house, I glanced back one last time. The moonlight cast an ethereal glow on the structure, making it appear almost beautiful despite its ghastly reputation. I knew that the tales would continue to be told, and that the house would remain a symbol of the unknown, a reminder that sometimes the most ghastly things are the ones we cannot see, lurking just beyond our understanding.

那个晚上，我走进街尾那座废弃的房子时，周围异常安静。空气中弥漫着灰尘，月光几乎无法照亮房间的黑暗角落。我听过关于这个地方的故事，关于幽灵身影和奇怪声音的传说，让每一个勇敢进入的人都感到毛骨悚然。当我进一步走进去时，无法摆脱被人注视的感觉。气氛愈发紧张，我感到一阵寒意沿着脊柱而下。突然，我想起了我听过的一个关于这座房子的最可怕的故事。传闻多年前，一个家庭神秘消失，无影无踪。他们的笑声曾在走廊里回荡，如今却被令人不安的沉默所取代。多年来，各种人声称看到窗户前闪过的阴影，有些甚至报告听到求救的哭喊。这一切对我的想象力来说太过于压倒性。 当我深入房子时，我注意到墙壁上覆盖着剥落的壁纸，露出了看起来更加可怕的图案，在昏暗的光线下扭曲着。每一次脚下地板的吱吱声都像是过去的低语，警告我回头。然而，好奇心驱使我向前。我偶然发现一个看似被冻结在时间里的房间。满地都是布满灰尘的玩具，一把旧摇椅轻轻摇晃，仿佛刚刚有人离开。在那一刻，我明白了为什么当地人如此恐惧地谈论这个地方。这些墙壁内困住的记忆比任何恐怖电影都要可怕。 突然，一声巨响在房子里回荡，吓得我一跳。我的心狂跳不已，转过身去看看是什么造成了噪音。迎接我的是一种压倒性的恐惧；阴影似乎加深，空气变得更冷。就像这座房子的本质活着，充满了更可怕的能量。我能感受到无数游荡在这些走廊里的灵魂的重量，他们的故事与我交织在一起，形成了一幅绝望的诡异挂毯。 就在那一刻，我意识到这个地方真正的恐怖不仅仅是鬼故事或潜伏在阴影中的可怕幻影，而是那些曾经称这座房子为家的生命的丧失和未解的命运。每一次吱吱声，每一次低语，都是对存在脆弱性的提醒，以及历史的重负在空气中萦绕。我深吸一口气，向入口走去，心仍在狂跳。当我走出房子，呼吸到凉爽的夜空气时，感到一阵松了一口气。我面对了那些藏在墙壁里的可怕恐惧，虽然我可能永远无法了解隐藏在那里的故事的全部，但我将永远铭记这段经历。 走开时，我最后回头看了一眼。月光在建筑物上投射出一种超凡的光辉，使其尽管有着可怕的名声，依然显得几分美丽。我知道这些故事将继续流传，那座房子将继续成为未知的象征，提醒我们，有时候最可怕的东西是我们看不见的，潜伏在我们理解之外。