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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 - PART 3
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 3 The victory was sweet, but its aftertaste was laced with a quiet, persistent fear. The "Town Pulse" kiosk was a monument to their defiance, and the community's embrace was a shield. Yet, Noah would sometimes catch himself staring at it, not with pride, but with a coder’s paranoia. He saw a surface, a user-friendly interface, and knew all too well the invisible, data-hungry claws that could scrape and analyze the sentiments it collected. He had built a village square, but part of him couldn't stop looking for the snipers on the rooftops.
By Homepinx5 months ago in Horror
Collateral Damage. Content Warning.
Hell is quieter than fire. It’s the silence I walk with, the silence I sleep beside after I "pray". I think of escape the way you think
By Meg J5 months ago in Horror
A Nightmare On Elm Street: the movie saga that explores a terrifying dream world. AI-Generated.
A Nightmare on Elm Street is a renowned horror franchise that began in 1984, created by Wes Craven. The series revolves around Freddy Krueger, a vengeful spirit who haunts the dreams of teenagers, killing them in their sleep. Here’s a summary of each film in the saga:
By Ninfa Galeano5 months ago in Horror
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 2
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 2 The buzz inside Pages & Prose was a symphony Elena thought she’d never hear again. It wasn’t just the murmur of conversations or the ring of the old-fashioned cash register; it was the sound of a heart restarting. For weeks, the shop thrived. The story of the tech-wizard who returned a library to save a bookstore was a potent local legend, fueled by a beautifully human-interest piece that, notably, never mentioned VeriTech by name. Noah had become a permanent fixture, his sleek laptop now sharing a desk with her leather-bound ledger.
By Homepinx5 months ago in Horror
My Mirror Isn’t Just a Reflection—It’s Watching Me
Most people think of a mirror as a simple object—a piece of glass that reflects your face, your body, your surroundings. A tool for vanity, a check before leaving the house, nothing more. For me, it was never that simple. For me, my mirror became something else. Something alive. Something that didn’t just reflect me but studied me—watched me with a patience that was both chilling and deliberate.
By Abdulahad Khan5 months ago in Horror
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 Homepinx5 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 alenzi5 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 alenzi5 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 alenzi5 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 5 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 Uddin5 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 Homepinx5 months ago in Horror