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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 Mysterious Cabin
In the heart of the dense, whispering forest stood a cabin that few dared to approach. Weathered and ancient, it seemed almost a part of the woods, as if grown from the very earth itself. The locals called it the Mysterious Cabin, shrouded in legend and intrigue. Many spoke of it in hushed tones, sharing stories of ghostly figures and inexplicable occurrences. Yet, no one truly knew what lay within.
By Aishat Oyinkansolaa day ago in Horror
The Choke of Darkness
In the hush of the night, where moonbeams danced with shadows, I found myself ensnared in a realm between dreams and wakefulness. My body lay still, tethered to the bed by an unseen force, as if the very air had turned to chains. It was a sensation both eerie and inexplicable, leaving me suspended in a state of disquieting uncertainty.
By Mahedere Hiwot5 days ago in Horror
HAUNTED RESTURENT
SOME FRIENDS ARE IN RESTURENT FOR DINNER... Once upon a time, in a small town nestled deep in the mountains, there was a renowned restaurant known for its delicious and unique cuisine. The restaurant was named "The HAUNTED HOUSE" and was said to be haunted by three real ghosts.
By FinPetrol7776 days ago in Horror
HAUNTED FARMHOUSE. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
STORY ABOUT OLD FARMHOUSE... The old farmhouse had stood for centuries, its stone walls bearing witness to generations of laughter, tears, and secrets. But as the years went by, the once-thriving farm fell into disrepair, and the house became a shadow of its former self. The windows, once bright and cheerful, now stared out like empty eyes, their panes cracked and broken. The door, once welcoming, now hung crookedly on its hinges, as if pushed open by an unseen hand.
By FinPetrol77710 days ago in Horror
The Whispering walls: A Descent into Unspeakable Horror in a far off Cabin. Content Warning.
Lighting, camera, Terror The headlights of my condominium vehicle stabbed thru the relentless darkness, illuminating a dusty, forgotten avenue snaking thru a dense, unwelcoming wooded area. I, Amelia Brooks, a pro investigative journalist, was on a challenge. My target: Edgar Vance, a once-celebrated horror author who had vanished from the general public eye years ago, retreating to a secluded cabin rumored to be the foundation for his maximum terrifying works.
By sanjeevan10 days ago in Horror
LOST IN PAST LIVES - PART 2
The sound of funeral gongs echoed steadily, Kien's eyes filled with tears. The image of Mr. Hoa kept repeating the story of his disappearance but Kien did not believe it. Then when the news came that Mr. Hoa died in the pond in front of the house, the psychic who lived in the same place as Kien had a similar death. , making Kien gradually realize everything. That the rumors about ghosts that people often talk about in the past are not some kind of semi-sacred deity, is because in ancient times, people with poor intelligence deduced it for themselves. But all the rumors about the invisible realm, about ghosts from past lives following, about ghosts of the dead, about predestined lives. About the things that Kien did not believe before, did not believe to the point of hating him, now it has come true.
By Ken aquariums12 days ago in Horror
RING TONE. Content Warning.
Dan and I found a temporary place to stay in a small town. Industry has not yet completely controlled this place, so I can rest assured with jars of fish sauce and fresh fish without packaging. There is no internet here yet, electromagnetic waves are frequently disturbed, so I have no way to contact the rest of the group. We backpackers usually don't carry much money with us, so staying in town for too long will be difficult. Although the rent here is very cheap, we may have to leave soon. For now, I have to wait for Dan to finish repairing the car so I can continue the journey.
By Ken aquariums13 days ago in Horror
NIGHTMARE
- Phi cursed. Aren't you worried that it's going to rain today and you won't be able to eat any money you put in your mouth or why do you keep dreaming?
By Ken aquariums13 days ago in Horror
SCREAMS IN THE NIGHT
The boat was rocking in the middle of the water, I was scared as I sat tightly clinging to the side of the boat, my eyes wandering as I looked at the dimly lit night sky with the nineteen moonlight. We sat piled together in the boat compartment. The two big men rowing the boat lightly tapped on the roof to signal that we had arrived at a safe place and we could move a little. The bow rower lifted the leaf cover to look in.
By HK Decor13 days ago in Horror
AN UNJUST SOUL BY THE RIVERBANK
The night gradually turned to morning, the sky was breezy, the cool river breeze blew into the rustling trees along the shore. The river surface was full of water, clusters of water hyacinths floated down, the dying moonlight was dim on each leaf. Kha swam slowly to the river's edge, the small boat rocking with every move he made to throw his net. Somewhere in the neighborhood there was a rooster crowing. Kha put his net into the boat and sighed. He went fishing all night but didn't earn much. He had to return early in time for his mother to sell the fish at the morning market. Swimming quickly, the boat swerved into the riverbank, where there were luxuriant trees, waving its hands at the branches and leaves that threatened to hit its face, when it suddenly heard a whisper a few steps away from it. Suddenly, it was creepy, remembering the ghost story at this banyan tree that old people often told, that ghosts often appeared late at night, when the riverbank was deserted. The whisper still echoed, Kha turned around, chills ran down his spine, his arms and legs trembled, glimpsed through the canopy of leaves, under an old banyan tree with roots hanging like human hair was a white shadow. That white shadow slowly turned back to Kha. It panicked and ran away, its legs clinging to each other. It felt like something was following behind it, gliding through the rustling trees...
By HK Decor13 days ago in Horror
DON'T OPEN THE DOOR...!
Roaring applause rang out after the introduction of Mr. Sang, the hospital director. Everyone in the auditorium, without telling anyone else, all stood up when Doctor Thanh appeared.
By Ken aquariums14 days ago in Horror
The mystery of bloodthirsty vampires through the ages. Content Warning.
Vampires and the fear of disease In 1892, in a state of fear, a group of villagers in Exeter (Rhode Island, USA) gathered at the town's cemetery, holding shovels to do a job no one wanted. Slowly but decisively, they began digging up the new layer of soil covering the grave of 19-year-old Mercy Brown. Brown had passed away about two months earlier, but something about the girl's death worried the townspeople. They believe she is a vampire, intending to drain the life from her sick brother.
By Ken aquariums14 days ago in Horror