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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 Doll of Fear
In a real-life psychological horror story, a woman in North Carolina, USA, finds her life turned upside down—not by financial stress, family troubles, or even a medical crisis—but by a doll. And not just any doll, but Chucky, the infamous horror movie icon known for his creepy smile and murderous tendencies. What started as a cruel office prank ended in mental trauma, unemployment, and a lawsuit that has stunned the internet.
By saqib rehman6 months ago in Horror
The Crimson Pact
The Crimson Pact > “Two foxes danced under the haunted sky, unaware the lion wept with hunger nearby.” It begins in the silence before the scream. The forest is still. Too still. Every leaf suspended in air like it had been waiting for something dreadful to arrive. Something ancient. Something inevitable.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Horror
The Shattered Veil
The Shattered Veil A Descent Into Light and Madness The personality changes again—just like that. Not in weeks or months, but in moments. One moment calm, the next unraveling. A transient soul, flickering between forms, between thoughts. There is a strange comfort in the instability. A familiarity in being lost.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Horror
Whispers in the Floorboards
It was supposed to be a restoration project. Eli and Marla Winslow had bought the derelict house on the edge of Briar Hollow for next to nothing. Newly married and full of ambition, they saw potential in the century-old Victorian with its ornate woodwork and wide, echoing halls. It was their dream home, a fixer-upper with history and character. The townspeople, however, gave them strange looks when they mentioned the address.
By Atif khurshaid6 months ago in Horror
The Common Krait: A Silent Killer of the Night
The Common Krait: A Silent Killer of the Night Among the many snake species that inhabit the diverse terrains of Pakistan, India, Bangladesh, and Sri Lanka, the Common Krait (Bungarus caeruleus) stands apart for its lethal nature and quiet demeanor. Nicknamed “the silent killer,” this snake is not naturally aggressive, but its powerful venom and nocturnal behavior make it one of the most dangerous snakes in the region. Learning about this elusive predator is more than an academic interest—it could mean the difference between life and death.
By Noman Afridi6 months ago in Horror
The Secret of the Empty House
The Secret of the Empty House The old house stood at the end of a long, winding road — cloaked in overgrown vines and a silence thicker than the air itself. To Zain and Sarah, a young couple worn down by the city's relentless noise, it seemed like a dream come true. The rent was unbelievably low, the architecture had a timeless charm, and its isolation offered the escape they longed for. With hearts full of hope and excitement for a fresh start, they moved in. But the house — with its faded walls and groaning floorboards — carried more than just age; it carried a secret.
By Noman Afridi6 months ago in Horror
Just Another Dead Girl Underwater. Content Warning.
Trigger Warning: implications of death, violence and sexual harassment By the time the fisherman finds me, I will have been dead for thirty-three hours, six minutes, and twenty-nine seconds. Eighteen hours since the police declared me missing. Fifteen hours since Zoe told my biology teacher that my tent was empty, that I hadn’t returned from the party we’d snuck out to the night before. Careful, quiet, every twig a possible snitch. It was exhilarating, our hearts pounding, the smell of pine and seaweed thick in the air, and the moon a perfectly curved sickle.
By Muhammad Sabeel6 months ago in Horror
Sack of Bones
Content Warning: brief mentions of chilf abuse and domestic violence. I can’t tell if the yowling’s for the dead or the heat. It’s cicada hiss and lawn mower growl hot—so hot, it’s disrespectful. But as Dad shovels dirt over Papa, I’m cold. I can't cry, and it feels like sin.
By Muhammad Sabeel6 months ago in Horror
Imagine Transcendence
The cool blues and grays of the monitor screen painted Lisa’s tired face, reflecting another hour lost scrolling through an endless, bland expanse of generic stock photos. Each sterile image felt less like potential and more like a tiny, suffocating box, a visual echo of the creative and financial constraints pressing in on her. The rent was a looming shadow, freelance gigs felt like distant mirages, and her creative well felt not just dry, but actively parched, cracked earth under a relentless sun. But beneath the surface of this everyday struggle, there was a deeper, more profound ache. A hunger for something *more*. A yearning for transcendence, for beauty that wasn't commodified or diluted, for a connection that felt utterly lacking in her current, mundane reality. She felt tethered, not just by finances, but by the sheer, uninspiring weight of the ordinary world, longing for a glimpse of something impossible, something that pulsed with genuine life and meaning, something that mirrored a hidden, unexpressed part of herself.
By Maxim Dudko6 months ago in Horror
