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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 Bird Above the Well
The Bird Above the Well by Areeba Abid Hussain It was December in Abbottabad. Winter had wrapped the entire valley in a thick white sheet of snow. The world outside looked peaceful yet eerily silent. Snowflakes floated down like bits of cotton, and every now and then, the sound of cedar branches cracking under the weight of frost pierced the stillness. Inside a mud house, a fire crackled in the middle of the room. The golden light from the burning logs danced across the faces of those sitting around it.
By Khan 5 months ago in Horror
The Black Cat of House 450
The Black Cat of House 450 By Farah Anees After finishing dinner, I tidied up the kitchen and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. “Oh no, it’s so late already!” I gasped, quickly grabbing the shawl from the sofa and tossing it around my shoulders. I slipped the house key into my purse and hurried out the door.
By Khan 5 months ago in Horror
The Letter-Reading Ghost
The Letter-Reading Ghost By Javed Bassam If you ever walk down Seventh Str eet in Sukh Nagar, you might find nothing remarkable at first glance. The road looks ordinary—lined with big houses behind tall walls, old trees shading the sidewalks, and shrubs whispering in the breeze. One house has a red mailbox fixed to the wall, half hidden beneath the pink blossoms of a bougainvillea vine.
By Ubaid 5 months ago in Horror
The Brave Peddler and the Haunted Castle
The Brave Peddler and the Haunted Castle BY: Ubaid Outside a small village stood an enormous, grey-stoned castle in the middle of a vast, lonely field. No one dared to go near it. Everyone in the village knew the place was haunted. They said no living soul resided within its towering walls, yet on cold, silent nights, faint cries and trembling whispers echoed from its empty halls.
By Ubaid 5 months ago in Horror
Voices in the Abandoned Hospital
Voices in the Abandoned Hospital Some places don’t stay silent… even after everyone’s gone. The rain fell relentlessly over the cracked windows of St. Mary’s Hospital a place that hadn’t seen a patient in over twenty years. The building stood like a wounded beast, covered in moss and graffiti, its corridors swallowed by darkness and silence. Or so people believed.
By Farooq Hashmi5 months ago in Horror
When Machines Feel Trauma
In a dusty research site somewhere in Africa, a famous AI company attempted an experiment that was supposed to push the boundaries of machine intelligence. The plan was simple, at least on paper: take a prototype robot, trained on thousands of animal images and countless books about emotions, and test its ability to recognize, react, and adapt in real life.
By Izhar Ullah5 months ago in Horror
The Night I Mistook Shadows for Ghosts
The Night the Ghosts Chased Me BY:Khan I was in a hurry to reach my village that day. That’s why I left home early in the afternoon, certain I would arrive before dusk. But life had other plans. Somewhere along a desolate stretch of road, the bus I was traveling in broke down.
By Khan 5 months ago in Horror
The House That Opens Itself : SEASON 3. Content Warning.
CHAPTER 7 : The Black Broadcast Willow Creek Emergency Command .. Federal Containment Zone ... October 14th, 2021 ... 3:16 AM
By Tales That Breathe at Night5 months ago in Horror
The Well at the Shrine: When Faith and Science Collided
The Well at the Shrine: A Lesson in Belief and Science BY:Khan In 1904, Hazrat Khawaja Hasan Nizami (RA) recalled an incident that left a deep impression on him—a story that still feels like a tug-of-war between faith and science.
By Khan 5 months ago in Horror
The House That Opens Itself : SEASON 2
CHAPTER 5 : The Face Behind the Glass Willow Creek Subdivision - Farrow Household - October 12th, 2021 – 12:01 AM Filed as: Subjective Identity Dissociation - Resident Evelyn Manifestations
By Tales That Breathe at Night5 months ago in Horror
The Metamorphosis of Bird. Top Story - September 2025.
Bird first noticed it in the mirror on Tuesday morning—a small dark spot on her left palm, like a beauty mark she'd never had before. She picked at it with her fingernail, but it wouldn't budge. It felt hard beneath her skin, like a seed waiting to sprout.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Horror
The Ghost Frequency. AI-Generated.
Arthur lived in the quiet, and that’s what made his job as a post-production audio editor perfect. His workspace was a black, soundproof cube deep within a downtown studio, where the air was always stale and the only light came from his three glowing monitors. It was 3 a.m., the city silent outside the building’s thick walls, and Arthur was meticulously cleaning an interview track.
By shakir hamid5 months ago in Horror