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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.
Whispers in the Jungle. AI-Generated.
It was supposed to be the perfect getaway. Three friends, Ayaan, Bilal, and Usman, had been planning their jungle adventure for months. The idea was simple: to escape the busy city life, explore the unknown, and challenge themselves to survive in the wilderness. Ayaan had heard stories of a forgotten jungle, nestled deep in the mountains — untouched, mysterious, and waiting to be explored.
By nasir shah9 months ago in Horror
Return of the Living Dead adds a videogame and two horror movies
The iconic 80's horror comedy Return of the Living Dead is turning 40 and the entertainment industry has decided to celebrate in a big way. First, a horror video game called More Brains - Assault on Uneeda will be released. Then fans of the saga will have the joy of seeing the next film in the saga The Return of the Living Dead Universe: Trash's Revenge, which will focus on Trash, a young punk woman who was in the 1985 film Return of the Living Dead.
By Ninfa Galeano9 months ago in Horror
Whispers of Miani Sahib. Content Warning.
The air was heavy with dust and abandoned prayers as Hamza walked through the broken gates of Miani Sahib Graveyard. The air held the smell of dry roses and incense, and the distant thrum of city sounds disappeared behind the walls. Within this sprawling necropolis more than 1,200,000 graves deep time had folded into stillness.
By Zubair Ullah Khan9 months ago in Horror
The Mirror Never Lies
When Anna inherited the old Victorian house from her late aunt, she didn’t know what to expect. The house had been empty for years, its paint peeling, windows dusty, and floorboards creaking with each step. Yet, the moment she entered, one item caught her attention: a large, ornate mirror standing tall in the dim corner of the parlor.
By Story Master9 months ago in Horror
The Bedroom Window That Was Never There
A Normal Room Lily’s bedroom was nothing special. Bed, bookshelf, lamp shaped like a cloud, blue walls, one window that faced her backyard, and a desk where she never finished her homework. She lived with her mom, who worked night shifts at the hospital, so Lily was often home alone from 10 p.m. to 6 a.m.
By Silas Blackwood9 months ago in Horror
"The Clock That Stopped at Midnight"
The Clock That Stopped at Midnight The clock on the wall struck midnight. It didn’t chime. It simply stopped. Henry lay on the hospital bed, his breath shallow, his hands thin and pale like parchment. Tubes ran in and out of his body, machines beeped rhythmically beside him, and the faint scent of antiseptic filled the air.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)9 months ago in Horror
I Was Accidentally Added to a Group Chat Planning a Crime—Here’s What I Did Next
It started with a ping. A single WhatsApp notification at 1:47 a.m. on a Tuesday. I was lying in bed, scrolling through mindless reels, battling another round of sleeplessness when the message preview popped up.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Horror
Aladdin to get his own horror movie:Aladdin: The Monkey's Paw
Aladdin, the famous Arabian children's tale, will be turned into a chilling horror movie. Aladdin joins the latest trend in the horror genre that consists of taking an adorable children's tale and transforming it into a creepy story. This trend was started by Winnie the Pooh and continued by Peter Pan, Pinocchio and several others. The film industry plans to transform many more children's stories in the coming years.
By Ninfa Galeano9 months ago in Horror
The Voice at the Door
The rain was a steady, mournful rhythm against the windows, a soundtrack to the oppressive silence inside our small cottage. Three days. It had been three days since we’d buried my mother, Clara. Three days since her vibrant laughter, her comforting presence, had been reduced to a cold, sterile memory. The grief was a physical weight, pressing down on my chest, making every breath an effort.
By Noman Afridi9 months ago in Horror
The Grave That Waited
The dreams began subtly, a faint whisper in the dark, then grew into a suffocating presence. It was always the same: a patch of untamed earth, overgrown with thorny weeds and gnarled roots, under a sky the color of bruised plums. And in the center, a freshly dug grave. The earth around it was dark, clumpy, as if disturbed only moments before. But the truly chilling detail was the simple, unadorned headstone. No ornate carvings, no flowery epitaphs. Just one word, starkly etched into the grey stone:
By Noman Afridi9 months ago in Horror
The Hand That Lingered
The rain lashed down, a relentless drumbeat against the asphalt, mirroring the tempest in David’s soul. He knelt on the slick, black road, oblivious to the chill seeping into his bones, the growing numbness in his fingers. All that mattered was the small hand cradled in his. It was so small, so fragile, yet it felt impossibly warm against his trembling grip. “Lily,” he choked out, his voice a raw whisper torn by the wind. “My sweet Lily.”
By Noman Afridi9 months ago in Horror
