The big blue Victorian house loomed large on my right side.
His tall house loomed over him as he unlocked the front door.
The house loomed without purpose, the last of its evil stolen away.
Soon a house loomed ahead against the night sky.
Before us, the great house looms against the sky.
To tell the truth, standing there and looking at the house looming before me in the fading daylight, I felt a little uncomfortable myself.
And suddenly they were at the foot of the stairway, the house looming over them, shining like a moon.
The house loomed, darker than the darkness around it.
The house, a white concrete Mediterranean-modern, loomed over the patio.
The house loomed undefined, a large bulk between her and the milky sky.
