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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 Silent Visitor
Ellie had always found comfort in her late-night reading sessions, curled up in the corner of her apartment with the city lights twinkling just outside her window. Tonight was no different. She’d brewed a cup of tea, wrapped herself in a blanket, and nestled into her reading chair, unaware of the silent visitor who waited patiently in the shadows.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
Echoes of the Deep
The dense fog hung low over the cliffs as Nathan and his friends made their way through the thickets of Overlook Ridge. They had heard the rumors—about an ancient well hidden in the forest that locals said was cursed, a place where the air felt wrong and the world went quiet. But of course, it was just a tale to them, a creepy story to share around a campfire. And Nathan, ever the thrill-seeker, was drawn to the unknown.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Visit
The old Victorian house sat at the edge of a forgotten road, veiled in shadows cast by towering oaks that swayed under a dim, cloudy sky. Elena had inherited it from her grandmother, a woman she barely remembered but who, according to her family, adored her. Tonight, though, it felt less like an inheritance and more like an unwelcome reminder of a life Elena wanted to forget.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Watcher in the Mirror
Anna had always been fascinated by antique shops. There was something about the worn-out objects, each holding a history, that intrigued her. So, when she passed by a small, dimly lit shop on the outskirts of town, the sign reading “Curiosities from Another Time,” she couldn’t resist. The shop was cluttered with oddities—old books, dusty furniture, and glass bottles filled with strange liquids.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
Whispers in the Walls
Emily had always been drawn to old, abandoned houses. There was something about the decay, the crumbling walls, and the echoes of forgotten stories that sparked her curiosity. So, when she discovered the old house at the end of Pine Street, she couldn’t resist. It had been empty for years, its once grand structure now weathered and derelict, overgrown with ivy and shadows.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Hollow Mirror
Late at night, when the house was still and the moonlight filtered in through the curtains, Allison found herself drawn to the antique mirror she had inherited from her grandmother. It had sat untouched in the attic for years, its dark, polished surface covered in dust. But for some reason, tonight was different. Tonight, the mirror seemed to call to her, beckoning her with an unseen force she couldn’t explain.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Stop
The train rolled into the empty station late one foggy night. Olivia boarded it with a shiver, grateful to be inside and away from the unsettling silence outside. The last few stops had been desolate, with no one in sight, and the entire station seemed swallowed by mist.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Shadow in the Mirror
It was the summer Elise inherited her grandmother’s old, creaky house in the countryside. The home was beautiful in a haunting way, with weathered wood, overgrown gardens, and an eerie silence that clung to every room. There was only one rule her grandmother had left in her will: “Stay away from the attic. Never look in the mirror.”
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Whispering Forest
When Maya moved to the small town of Hazelridge, she was just looking for a fresh start. Her job as a freelance photographer allowed her to live anywhere, and the cheap rent and quiet atmosphere of the town seemed ideal. The locals were friendly but evasive when it came to questions about the nearby woods. People whispered that strange things happened there, and a nervous hush fell over them whenever the forest was mentioned.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The House That Whispers
The old Rowan House had sat abandoned at the end of the street for over fifty years. It was the kind of place kids dared each other to touch but never lingered around long enough to get a good look. They said the house had a voice—a soft whisper you could hear on a quiet night, murmuring secrets only the walls knew.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Black Violin
They say it could only be heard in silence. In the small, forgotten village of Ravensmoor, the air was filled with tales of an eerie melody that swept through the trees on moonless nights. No one knew where it came from, but everyone recognized its haunting sound—the melody of The Black Violin. Generations had passed down the warning: Never follow the music.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
