I didn't mean to yell at you, but you nearly scared me to death.
I think I scared about ten years off my life too.
You looked like a scared school girl out there when I found you.
Well, it doesn't look like you're all that scared of me right now.
"I'm scared," she said, and her voice verified her words.
Several times they scared up a covey of quail and once even a wild pig.
"I'm scared to death," he said hesitantly.
God, Howie, I'm scared shitless.
I woke up and you weren't there and it scared me.
Yes. That's what scared me.
Dusty scared him straight for now.
He probably scared the color right out of the condo.
Think we scared him.
Darian was scared, unsure.
A sense of power swirled around him that scared her.
She drew her legs up, feeling vulnerable and scared in the strange place.
She was scared enough.
"If I weren't so scared, this would be neat," Traci whispered to her.
His cold smile scared her, until he spoke.
She was scared again.
She waited for Darkyn to return but was too scared of what he was capable of doing to open the door and see the damage.
It scared her, and she saw his fangs grow.
"Scared?" he grinned, turning, the light beneath his chin illuminating his Halloween face.
I won't say—'cause if I told you you'd be so scared you'd go running out here like there was a bear on your ass.
It was scary but I bet I wasn't as scared as Caleb.
He looked scared but I don't think he was hurt badly.
She'd seemed uncertain and scared, though.
Darkyn wasn't happy, but Deidre wasn't scared, a sign Gabriel took as good.
He wanted the dealer scared but not dead, and right now, he didn't think he'd be able to handle a traitor without ripping off his head.
Maybe we scared him.
You scared me half to death.
I "hooked" the apples, leaped the brook, and scared the musquash and the trout.
We waded so gently and reverently, or we pulled together so smoothly, that the fishes of thought were not scared from the stream, nor feared any angler on the bank, but came and went grandly, like the clouds which float through the western sky, and the mother-o'-pearl flocks which sometimes form and dissolve there.
Whichever side you walk in the woods the partridge bursts away on whirring wings, jarring the snow from the dry leaves and twigs on high, which comes sifting down in the sunbeams like golden dust, for this brave bird is not to be scared by winter.
One man, older than the others present, suddenly pushed forward with a scared and angry look and wanted to seize hold of Dolokhov's shirt.
Princess Mary went back to her room with the sad, scared expression that rarely left her and which made her plain, sickly face yet plainer.
Just as he went in he saw that the nurse was hiding something from him with a scared look and that Princess Mary was no longer by the cot.
What are we scared at and of whom are we afraid?