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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 Cold Dead
In the winter of 1944, Siberia was a frozen hell, a place where the wind carried the kind of cold that could kill a man faster than a bullet. The war had stretched its claws into every corner of the globe, but nobody expected it to reach this far north, this far into the wasteland. The American 32nd Infantry Division, a battle-hardened outfit fresh from the Pacific, had been air-dropped into the taiga on a mission so classified even their CO, Colonel Amos Reed, didn’t know the full scope. All they knew was the order: secure a remote Soviet research outpost codenamed "Voron’s Nest" and destroy whatever they found.
By TheNaeth10 months ago in Horror
A Scary Ghost Story
The Shadows That Whisper Ella moved into the old, creaky house at the edge of town on a cold October night. The kind of house that looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, hidden behind overgrown trees and a gate made of rusty iron. But she didn't care because it was perfect for her because it was quiet, private, and away from the city's noise. The first few days were overly tranquil. Ella spent her time settling in, exploring the house, and unpacking. An eerie atmosphere was created by the dim light filtering through the dusty windows, the walls sighed from the wind, and the floors creaked beneath her feet. But she didn't start noticing strange things until the fifth night. It began with a faint whispering in the dark. She initially attributed it to the house shifting or to the wind blowing through wall cracks. But as they got louder, the whispers became obvious. "Help me..." With a pounding heart, Ella froze in her bed. She told herself it was just her imagination. However, the whispers persisted, becoming increasingly distinct and desperate. They came back every night at midnight. She tried to ignore them and sleep through the numbing shivers, but the sound was always there, sneaking into her dreams and staying with her even when she was asleep. Ella couldn't take it anymore one night. She ventured into the basement of the house, the location of the whispers, armed with a flashlight and trembling hands. The stairs creaked under her weight, each step echoing in the thick silence. The air was damp and suffocating at the bottom, and the shadows ran unnaturally along the walls. She noticed a faded door that was half hidden behind a pile of old furniture as she reached the far corner of the basement. The whispers were louder now, as if calling her, pleading for her attention. Ella took a deep breath before opening the door. Her blood froze as she discovered what was inside. The only thing in the room was a worn-out rocking chair in the middle, which was small and empty. However, the person seated in the chair, not the chair itself, was what frightened her. a pale, gaunt woman whose face was obscured by her long, tangled hair. She murmured to herself as she rocked back and forth with her bony fingers clenching the chair's arms. “Please… help me…”
By Writer John10 months ago in Horror
Might night horror story
Sur **"The Reflection"** It was supposed to be just another antique mirror—one of many Ellie had collected over the years. She found it in a dusty little thrift shop tucked between two boarded-up storefronts in a forgotten part of town. The frame was ornate, with twisted vines carved into the wood and faded silver inlay. The shop owner, an old woman with clouded eyes, gave Ellie a strange look as she rang up the purchase.
By MD SAKIL AHMED10 months ago in Horror
The Curse of the Jungle
The jungle stretched for miles, a vast and untamed wilderness. The trees towered like ancient guardians, their twisted roots enshrouding the earth in a maze of mystery. Amidst the dense foliage and eerie silence, a lone figure moved with purpose. Her name was Samara, and she was no ordinary girl...
By Md Bulbul Ahammed10 months ago in Horror
Whispers in the Fog. AI-Generated.
Whispers in the Fog The road stretched endlessly into the darkness, swallowed by the thick fog that clung to the earth like an old, heavy curse. The radio crackled with static, and the rhythmic thud of the windshield wipers played a lonely tune against the silence. Ethan adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, his fingers numb despite the car’s heater blasting at full force.
By Muhammad Afaq 10 months ago in Horror
The Haunted Grave
This incident has three parts, different incidents that make up one whole story. The narrator collected this story primarily from his cousin, Alamin. The first part of the story Alamin heard from his grandmother, and it happened to someone from a house next to his grandmother's father's house. And the person it happened to was a Kobiraj (traditional healer/exorcist). It wasn't just him, but also his family, who were affected. Although the grandmother didn't see it with her own eyes, she was essentially a witness.
By Lily10 months ago in Horror
The Roar in the Dark
The Roar in the Dark The jungle didn’t sleep at night. It waited. Ethan had always been the kind of man who needed answers. As a wildlife documentarian, he had trekked through deserts, swamps, and tundras in search of stories that the world had forgotten. But nothing had prepared him for the uncharted forest of Kalunga, deep in the heart of Africa—rumored to be cursed, avoided by locals, and whispered about only when fires burned low and voices dropped to murmurs.
By Jan Baye10 months ago in Horror
Whispers of the Falling Leaves
The autumn wind carried secrets, rustling through the golden and crimson leaves that spiraled gently to the ground. Emma stood at the edge of the old forest, her breath forming soft clouds in the crisp air. She had always felt drawn to this place, especially in fall, when the trees seemed to whisper to her.
By Muhammad Hameedul Haq10 months ago in Horror
The Haunted Grave: A Freedom Fighter’s Terrifying Encounter
The person who sent us this incident is named Asif. He currently lives in Mirpur. The incident happened with his father-in-law, who lives in the Bihari camp of Benarashi Palli, Mirpur 10. However, he is not Bihari; his ancestral home is Bhola. He is a local here. I'm not mentioning his father-in-law's name for understandable reasons, and his wife's name is also involved, so I'm not mentioning her name either. Many people around here know his father-in-law. The incident occurred sometime between 2000 and 2001. At that time, his father-in-law used to drive a van there. The incident begins with a date palm tree next to their house. This date palm tree had a small banyan tree growing on top of it. There was a washroom next to the tree.
By Lily10 months ago in Horror
The Stag That Feeds
Hollow Ridge wasn’t just a forest—it was a wound in the world, a place where the soil pulsed faintly, as if something beneath it still breathed. The locals called it cursed, said the trees drank blood and the shadows moved on their own. Elias Crowe didn’t care. He was a hunter, a predator forged by years of bloodlust, his cabin walls lined with skulls and hides. The ghost deer they called the Stag? Just another notch for his belt. He’d heard the tales—antlers like rusted iron, eyes that burned through your soul—but he’d also heard it bled when it died, centuries back, before it rose again. That meant it could bleed now.
By TheNaeth10 months ago in Horror
The Hollow Veil #1. AI-Generated.
🖤 Welcome to Black Hollow, a town lost in time—where the mist never lifts, and secrets whisper through the walls...
By Thalapathy Vijay FP10 months ago in Horror
The Squirrel Beyond the Veil
Maple Street wasn’t just quiet—it was unnaturally still, a place where the air tasted like mothballs and the oaks drooled sap that glowed faintly at night. The houses leaned inward, as if whispering secrets, and the residents moved like puppets with half-cut strings. It was a street of cracked teacups and forgotten clocks, where nothing strange happened—until the ghost squirrel slithered through the walls.
By TheNaeth10 months ago in Horror