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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.
Analog Horror
I know it’s not Spooktober to post some spooky scary stuff on here, but there are some channels that I want to recommend for the horror genre lovin’ part of Medium. What I want to recommend to you is a new genre of horror, something called ‘Analog Horror’. It’s now popularized by many people online, some creators who gained their name from doing such content. If you are bored of the regular horror stuff on the media right now, then keep reading to discover a whole new genre of frights.
Rochan KumarPublished 2 years ago in Horror5 frightening and anxious paintings
Why do we hate to love tragedy? It could be a horror movie, true crime docuseries or a nightmarish painting. The other day I saw a disturbing documentary on Netflix. I knew it was unsettling but I kept binge-watching it anyway and felt disgusted afterward.
KIMI KANGASPublished 3 years ago in HorrorCthulhu Sleeps at the Foot of my Bed
LATENIGHT LOVECRAFT I played person today. This person spent a lot of time behind a counter, hands placated behind a back, head perpetually bent, downwards, so the eyes strain to meet other faces. This person (me) has a lot of issues that insurance-covered talk therapy won’t begin to chip away at. In saying this, the person is avoidant and in denial and just wants a room full of kittens to roll around in.
Emily JeanPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Polisher
As I ran to school, I could feel the heat from the sun and my feet slapping on the tile pavement. I looked down and saw the odd dark spot ranging from different numbers on each panel. As I ran and felt gravity moving on my backpack, I noticed the shadows from a building. The architecture was quite upsetting. I looked through the window and saw an older gentleman with glasses. I developed the mentality, that if I’m late, then there’s no point to try to rush to school. I walked into the small furniture store. I heard the bell ring when I opened the door and saw him touching the tables placed around the store. I touched the leather and the texture felt so different compared to other stores I’ve seen. A nice old man turned around and smiled at me. I could see on his face that he was passionate about the store and just happy to be alive. I read his stature and could tell he was well calm and collected.
Pablo BalderosPublished 3 years ago in HorrorFree Coffee
After work, while waiting for my ride, I decided to go over to a local coffee shop and grab a cup of coffee. I strolled on over there, walked in the door, up to the counter, and ordered a medium coffee with cream and sugar, just how I like it. Don't judge!! The cashier lady was not my favorite cashier lady. She is a beautiful blonde goddess with angelic blue eyes, that I’d been crushing on for months. I didn’t see her anywhere. As a matter of fact, I didn’t see anyone else either. Just me and the “new” girl. An older lady, kinda creepy, with stringy gray hair, age spots, and these messed up looking green eyes. Anyway, she went to go make my coffee. Seconds later she came back with said coffee and placed it on the counter in front of me, rang it up, and told me the price. I, with anticipation of tasting this wonderful concoction that now sits in front of me, whipped out my debit card and proceeded to swipe it through the card reader. Then, the most horrific thing happened, those four little words that no one with a debit card ever wants to read, came flashing on the screen, UNABLE TO READ CARD. No, this can't be happening. So I swipe my card again, same thing, AGAIN, SAME THING!!!! Uugghhh!!! So the creepy cashier lady says, let me see if I can swipe it through on my side. Ok, anything at this point. So she swiped the card through on her side, same thing!!! Why, Lord, why. Meanwhile I can hear the coffee calling my name, Mike…Mike. Oh , the torture. She then looked at me and says, hey don't you work at the grocery store across the street. I say yes, yes I do. Here's the disturbing part. She says, It's "just coffee", you can have it on the house. The angel started singing, all the planets aligned and for that brief moment, all is right with the world. I got FREE COFFEE.
The Painting at the End of the Hall
It was a cold and rainy day so twins Atticus and Ava decided to go to their local art museum. They were walking between the red silk ropes looking at all the different paintings and sculptures, admiring each and every one. They came to a spot in the museum where they could go left or they could go right.
Black to Grey
At this time of year the trees are an ugly shade of rust, streaked with sanguine, crimson rivers that show us the patterns their sticky lifeblood traveled before the deep freeze turned the whole world amaranth; almost alive but trapped in stasis until the bloody sun decides to shed it's warmth on the hard soil of my family's estate.
Cass McLeanPublished 3 years ago in HorrorShooting Gallery
When the art came to life, we shot it in the head. We being me and Ronny Lipschitz at the behest of Steven Graff, because when the man with the largest mansion in Manhattan offers a couple of deadbeats twenty grand a pop, it’s in the deadbeats’ best interest to take the money and shoot some Basquiats.
Max MillerPublished 3 years ago in HorrorShapeshifting Night Owl
Eeringly hooting, silently gazing, & territorially possessing, Malor is waiting in bone penetrating darkness for his prey. His focus and will are without flexibility in this moment. His readiness of action is still and immaculate. Malor has been waiting to devour his prey with joyable ruthlessness. How could Malor feel any mercy for a man that abused his mother, privately molested him, and cowardly got rid of his dog that his mother and father bought him for his fifth birthday?
Burning Cigarettes
The actual script I wrote to my award winning first short film and directorial debut way back when Burning Cigarettes Short Film
JD GlasscockPublished 3 years ago in HorrorStranded Deep
Day 9 You might think that being trapped alone on a deserted island in the middle of the ocean, far away from the emails and newsfeeds and social media and grocery shopping and holidays and hangouts, that one would have so much spare time that feelings of insane boredom would creep in and one wouldn’t know what to do with all the hours of the day. This, however, is far from the case.
Robert WebbPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Silent Monster
I call my costume 'The Silent Monster', to me this costume represents the experience of isolation that comes with the 2020 pandemic. I made this costume after being inspired by an untitled painting that my friend Chris Scott had painted.