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Art that’s as dark as it is evocative; discover horror-inspired artwork, from twisted mutations of classic paintings, chilling sculptures, spooky photography and more.

THE GHOST IN THE CODE CHAPTER 1
Logline: When a reclusive AI developer falls for the spirited owner of a dying bookstore, they must bridge the gap between analog hearts and digital worlds to save her legacy—and their unexpected love.
By Homepinx6 months ago in Horror
The Room Number 313
When I first moved near the university, I was desperate to find a place I could actually afford. Prices were insane, but then I saw an ad that seemed almost too good to be true: “Small room for rent, cheap price, available immediately.”
By subah alenzi6 months ago in Horror
The Room With No Windows
When I first moved into the old apartment building downtown, the landlord gave me one rule: “Don’t go near Room 6B.” I thought he was joking. The place was falling apart anyway—peeling wallpaper, flickering lights, and creaky wooden floors that groaned under every step. Why would one room matter more than the rest?
By subah alenzi6 months ago in Horror
The Taxi Ride I Wish I Never Took
I had always taken late-night taxis in the city, but something about that night felt wrong from the start. The rain poured in thick sheets, and the streets were almost deserted. When the old yellow taxi stopped for me, I felt a chill crawl up my spine, but I forced myself inside.
By subah alenzi6 months ago in Horror
The House That Remembers
The House That Remembers --- Part 1 – Arrival Ali was a 27-year-old traveler. He loved to visit strange and forgotten places. People called him reckless, but he only wanted adventure.
By Khan584 6 months ago in Horror
The Apartment Above
James Lockwood had lived in the old building for three months before the footsteps began. At first, he thought nothing of it. The wooden floors creaked, the radiators hissed, and the pipes clanged whenever the heat came on. It was an old place, and old places had a way of whispering through the night.
By Salah Uddin6 months ago in Horror
wind howling, distant thunder rumbles. Slow, eerie music box melody begins chapter 2 . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The dual-voiced command – Priya’s laced with that guttural rasp – hung in the storm-darkened room like a physical blow. Noah recoiled, scrambling back until his shoulders hit the closed bedroom door. The cold radiating from his arm was a constant, sickening reminder of the entity’s touch, a counterpoint to the icy terror freezing his veins.
By Homepinx6 months ago in Horror
The silence after Priya’s whispered confession was heavier than the. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The silence after Priya’s whispered confession was heavier than the storm clouds outside. The single drip from the bathroom faucet down the hall sounded like a hammer blow. Noah stared at the greyish welt spreading like frostbite across his forearm. The cold wasn’t just skin-deep; it burrowed into the bone, a chilling echo of the void he’d glimpsed within Priya.
By Homepinx6 months ago in Horror
The Porcelain Gift
The Porcelain Gift Elena and Mariah had spent weeks turning the upstairs loft into a cozy retreat. The highlight of the space was a round window that poured sunlight in during the mornings. On one side sat Mariah’s art table; on the other, Elena’s laptop desk for her freelance work. A bed and tall bookshelves filled the center, with a cushioned chair tucked in the corner.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Horror
Midnight Conversations with Shadows
Midnight Conversations with Shadows The apartment was quiet—or at least, I thought it was. It began the first night I moved in. Boxes were scattered, the smell of fresh paint still hung in the air, and the city hummed softly outside the window. I was unpacking books when I heard it: a faint whisper, just beyond the corner of the room.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Horror
A Final Dance With Death
“We were all angels, once,” Morteziel says wistfully. A mere shadow of her former self, golden wings blackened by what she’s become: Death, one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse. The horse she sits on is white, pale as- well, her. How I hate the dark cowl that obscures her face, hides her silver hair that shines with moonlight.
By Muhammad Sabeel6 months ago in Horror
The Mirror in Room 313
Rain lashed against the cracked windows of Hillview Manor as Adeel pulled his jacket tighter, stepping through the front door. The wind howled behind him like a voice trying to say something just out of earshot. The lobby was dim, lit by a single bulb that buzzed faintly, casting long shadows across peeling wallpaper.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Horror