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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.
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
The Curse of the Basano Vase: Death in Silver
A Gift of Beauty. A Price in Blood. It looks like nothing more than a piece of art. A silver vase, hammered to perfection by a craftsman long turned to dust. Gleaming curves catching the soft glow of candlelight, as if cradling secrets in its polished skin. A treasure for any collector. But those who have touched it would tell you the truth... if they were still alive.
By Veil of Shadows6 months ago in Horror
“The Old Man and the Red Balloon”
On the edge of a quiet town, where time seemed to move a little slower, lived an old man named Henry. He was the kind of man who had lived many lives in one—once a soldier, later a baker, then a widower, and now just Henry, the quiet figure in a brown overcoat who walked every morning to the park with a cane and a sigh.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)6 months ago in Horror
Top 10 Webcam Horror Movies. AI-Generated.
Webcam horror movies have gained popularity in recent years, utilizing the unique format of digital communication to create suspense and terror. These films often explore themes of surveillance, identity, and the dark side of technology.
By Ninfa Galeano6 months ago in Horror
The Silent Agony: A Portrait of Resistance and Loss
In a world overrun by noise—of war, of politics, of relentless chatter on digital screens—sometimes, a photograph tells the story louder than a thousand voices. The image before us is one such visual parable. It speaks in muted tones, in earth-stained fabric and blood-drenched wool. The woman depicted does not scream, does not reach out, does not protest. Yet everything about her—the closed eyes, the tension in her brow, the soft lines of her face frozen in fatigue or final rest—screams volumes.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Horror
Names of Honor and the Tragedy in Balochistan
Balochistan’s Names of Honor and a Recent Tragedy Balochistan, a region rich in tradition and steeped in tribal values, has long upheld a cultural system that places honor—ghairat—at the core of personal and social identity. Within this code, the concept of “name” (naal) or honor (izzat) often determines an individual's reputation, familial pride, and community standing. However, the weight of this honor can, and often does, lead to tragic consequences.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Horror
Whispers in Room 313
The House With No Past It started with a Craigslist ad. Three-bedroom Victorian, dirt cheap, barely an hour outside Portland. No neighbors for a mile. The photos were grainy, but I saw the charm under the grime. I needed quiet. I needed space. I needed to disappear for a while.
By Isabella Wood6 months ago in Horror
