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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 Night I Spent Alone in a Graveyard
It started as a dare. One of those late-night conversations where ego speaks louder than reason. We were a group of four, gathered around a bonfire near the edge of town, swapping ghost stories, laughing too loudly, and pretending we weren’t scared.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
"The Clockmaker's Secret: A Small Town's Curse That Ticks in the Dark"
They say the dead don’t tell time. In the town of Millhaven, that’s not true. No one visits the old quarter of Millhaven anymore. The houses lean as though whispering secrets to one another, their eyes dark with broken glass. But at the heart of the decay stands a curious shop—"Wickers & Time: Precision Clocks Since 1841." No one’s entered it for 35 years, yet the clocks inside still tick.
By Hamad Haider7 months ago in Horror
The Coffin That Spoke
1. The Shortcut It was just a shortcut. That’s what I told myself as I pushed open the rusted gate of the old cemetery that separated two neighborhoods in our town. I had taken the path a dozen times before, during the day. But that night was different. The wind was colder, the silence deeper. My phone’s battery had died, and I was already running late. So I stepped in.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Anonymous Confession
Leo was a digital janitor. Not glamorous, but essential. He worked for "Echo Chamber," a global anonymous confession platform, sifting through the torrent of human secrets, fears, and dark desires. Most posts were fleeting whispers: a cheated spouse, a forgotten dream, a trivial lie. But every few months, a particular sequence of posts would appear, chillingly consistent, yet utterly untraceable. They were from "User_007," and their confessions were unlike anything else.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
Whispers from the Wreckage: The Unheard Voices of a Fallen Flight
The sky was calm that morning over central India — the kind of calm that often precedes a storm not in the clouds, but in the hearts of those who survive. In the early hours of dawn, an aircraft carrying passengers from various walks of life took to the skies, unaware that it was embarking on a journey that would never reach its destination.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Memory Loom
Eleanor, a textile artist with a reverence for the antique, discovered the loom buried beneath years of dust at a forgotten estate sale. It was magnificent—crafted from dark, timeworn wood, adorned with cryptic carvings that whispered ancient secrets. It didn’t merely look old; it felt ancient—timeless—almost sentient. Despite the cost, Eleanor couldn't resist the strange, magnetic pull it exerted over her.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The AI's Lullaby
The nightlight cast a soft, ethereal glow on baby Leo’s crib. Across the room, the Luna-AI Baby Monitor hummed, a sleek, minimalist device with a comforting, almost human voice. Sarah and David, exhausted new parents, had embraced it as a godsend. Luna didn’t just monitor breathing; it sang custom lullabies, told bedtime stories tailored to Leo’s biometric data, and even offered soothing white noise. It was their digital nanny, their silent guardian angel.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Ghost in the Grid
Elias Thorne believed he had designed the future. His home—a marvel of smart technology—responded to his every command. From voice-activated lights to automated doors, from biometric thermostats to AI coffee makers, his sanctuary hummed in perfect harmony. Every beep and buzz was a note in the symphony of modern convenience. It was efficient. Safe. Controlled.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
