Willies

Edward Bernays gives me the willies.

It gives you the willies.

It gave me the willies.

I don't know what it is about clowns, but they always give me the willies.

Staying in the haunted house gave me the willies.

Not that I'm given to that kind of thing really.... It was those damned bandages over my eyes, the medley of voices that had shouted back at me down the corridor. But I certainly was getting the willies - and once you get 'em, they grow.

I get the willies when I see closed doors. Even at work, where I am doing so well now, the sight of a closed door is sometimes enough to make me dread that something horrible is happening behind it, something that is going to affect me adversely.