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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.
Nocturnal horrors
In the heart of the 16th century, nestled among the darkened cobblestone streets of a remote European village, there existed a secret that the inhabitants dared not speak of—a shadowed realm ruled by immortal beings who thrived on the blood of the living.
By Haris Hadzic2 years ago in Horror
By Means Of Which, It Goes On All Fours. Top Story - October 2023. Content Warning.
THE COVEN Yee naaldlooshii! Yee naaldlooshii! Yee naaldlooshii! Yee naaldlooshii! "My children, by means of it, it goes on all fours. That is the mystery of the spell, hidden just under the skin. Yet your bodies will not know this mystery until initiated. It is the incantation itself, true; but yee naaldlooshii is the pattern of the ancient hunter's way of life, walking a state of transformation: the path to power. That is yee naaldlooshii!"
By Rob Angeli2 years ago in Horror
My Worst Nightmare, Realized. Content Warning.
I looked upon you, terror blazing through my eyes. All that I could possibly think of was all the ways that I had loved you. To see you in this much pain… It made me feel like it was all too much to bear. I tried to grab a hold of your limp hand from the lukewarm, crimsoned water.
By B.D. Byron2 years ago in Horror
Tale of Toby
Tragedy at the Manson Mansion CHAPTER 1 Droplets of water quickly rush down the dark marble grave as sheets of rain spread across the vast cemetery. A young boy with a blue raincoat too long for himself stands unaffected by the rainstorm staring intently at the grave marked “Tobi.” The boy is holding a soggy black stuffed cat with a loose right arm, the string that held together the limb to the body showed it must have been stitched back together on countless occasions. The child slowly walks closer to the grave, kneeling in the moist and soggy ground right before it. Placing the black stuffed cat on top of the grave he drags his fingers across the engraving. Leaning his forehead against the marble he whispers,
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Horror









