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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 Real Story Of Baobhan Sith
The Baobhan Sith is often shown as a beautiful young lady who is dressed in a long green garment that hides the fact that she has deer hooves instead of feet. Following in the footsteps of past vampires, she consumes the blood of human victims and will disappear as soon as the sun rises. Another possible manifestation of her is that of a hooded crow or raven.
By TheNaeth10 months ago in Horror
The Shadows That Lurk
The Shadows That Lurk In the silence, whispers creep, As shadows stir while others sleep. A chill runs down the spine so bare,
By ziad alsed10 months ago in Horror
Phantom Lights of Hollow Hill
The Phantom Lights of Hollow Hill On the outskirts of a quiet town, there is a place known as Hollow Hill, a forgotten hilltop that rises like a shadow over the village. The locals avoid it, especially after dusk. Stories about the hill have been passed down for generations, whispered by firelight and told with a trembling voice. They all share one thing in common—the haunting of the phantom lights.
By ziad alsed10 months ago in Horror
Drowning in sauce. Content Warning.
Something doesn't feel right… I sit up from my bed and run into the bathroom. Am I going to throw up? It sure feels like it. I fall to my knees by the toilet, throwing the lid up feverishly and leaning my head over the bowl. My insides churn, and a stabbing pain in my chest appears without warning. I clutch my shitty terrible band T-shirt, praying the pain might fade as quickly as it appeared. No luck, as it gets worse, and I can feel my body physically retch. I lean over as much as I can, unable to stop what's about to happen. Finally, I vomit, my stomach, chest, and throat burning horrendously as my body finally ejects whatever it decided it didn't want inside me. My eyes are sealed shut, as waves of foul liquid spew from me. The smell is sickly sweet to my nose, but I don't have a lot of time to think about it as I continue losing waves and waves of liquid.
By Autumn10 months ago in Horror
Blackpine Forest
Blackpine Forest was a wound in the earth, its trees twisted into shapes that hurt to look at—limbs bent backward, bark weeping sap like congealed blood. Mia had fled here, chasing silence after her life unraveled. The cabin she rented crouched on a ridge, its logs stained with decades of rot. She didn’t know the locals avoided Blackpine, didn’t know the hollow swallowed more than light.
By TheNaeth10 months ago in Horror
The Lantern in the Woods
she had spent hours hiking its winding trails, playing by the streams, and exploring the secluded parts of the land where few ventured. As an adult, the forest still called to her, a peaceful place to clear her mind and escape from the noise of daily life.
By Biswajit Das10 months ago in Horror
Beneath the City of Light: The Haunted Labyrinth of Paris’s Catacombs
The Paris Catacombs: A Journey Through History and Spookiness Underneath Paris's charming boulevards lies a grotesque subterranean world separate from the city's radiant beauty—the Paris Catacombs. This 200-mile network of tunnels houses the bones of six million individuals and a life of utilitarianism and horrorful charm. From its humble roots as a solution to a public health crisis to present-day status as one of the most haunted locations on the planet, the Catacombs are as bizarre as they are extensive.
By Kyrol Mojikal10 months ago in Horror
The Ghost of Juniper Lane
In the sleepy town of Ashwood, where the streets wound like ribbons through rows of old Victorian houses, there was a legend whispered among the locals: the ghost cat of Juniper Lane. No one knew exactly when the story began, only that it lingered like a faint mist, curling around the edges of memory. Some said it was a tabby with eyes like lanterns; others swore it was a sleek black shadow that flickered in the moonlight. But for Ellie Harper, it was just a tale—until the night she moved into the creaky house at the end of the lane.
By TheNaeth10 months ago in Horror
The Real Story Of Dracula
Between the years 1448 and 1476/77, Vlad III, well known as Vlad the Impaler, held the position of Prince of Wallachia three times. He passed away in 1476/77. The Romanian people hold him in high esteem as a national hero and consider him to be one of the most influential monarchs in the history of Wallachia.
By TheNaeth10 months ago in Horror
The Chilling World of Horror Art
**The Chilling World of Horror Art** Horror art has long fascinated and terrified audiences, drawing them into eerie landscapes, grotesque creatures, and unsettling imagery. This genre, which spans paintings, illustrations, digital art, and sculptures, delves into the darker aspects of human imagination, exploring themes of fear, the supernatural, and psychological distress.
By ziad alsed10 months ago in Horror
Horror on the Desert Road
It was the night of September 19, 2023. He had just gotten married and had gone to his home country after the wedding. When he was returning from his country, he acquired a new 2023 model Toyota Raize from the showroom on a five-year installment plan. His work was going well, by the grace of Allah, Alhamdulillah. Then, what happened was his in-laws came to Mecca with their whole family to perform Umrah. It was, of course, prearranged that he would come. He lives in Dammam, which is quite far. But those who are in Saudi Arabia know how far the cities of Dammam and Riyadh are from Mecca. From Al-Ahsa, Mecca is about 1300 km away. No matter how good the roads are there, it's not easy to just drive over such a long distance. It takes a long time to drive. And Ataur Rahman's father-in-law had been in Saudi Arabia for 25 years. He was a driver for a company, so he knew all about the roads in Saudi Arabia and the techniques of driving there. So, his father-in-law said, "Son, when you come, come by bus. There's no need to come in a private car." He must have thought it through, considering he was coming from Dammam, and he had a lot of experience with the roads there. Ataur Rahman was new; he had no experience. The person who drove in Saudi Arabia for 25 years and gained experience driving to various remote cities of Saudi Arabia, he would naturally understand better than him what kind of problems there are on which roads. Based on that experience, he said, "Son, you should come to Mecca by bus."
By Lily10 months ago in Horror
The Shadow T-800
The year was 2047, and the earth was a mausoleum of shattered concrete and twisted steel. Skynet’s victory had come decades earlier, its war machines reducing humanity to scattered embers in a world of ash. The T-800s—those skeletal titans of chrome and death, their red eyes burning through the dark—were the reapers of this apocalypse, programmed to hunt with merciless efficiency. But in the wastelands, rumors had begun to spread among the survivors: a T-800 that didn’t follow the script. One that lingered. One that watched.
By TheNaeth10 months ago in Horror