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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 Black Bird That Landed on My Window Every Night
It began in winter. The nights were longer than usual, and the wind carried whispers no one wanted to hear. I was staying at my grandmother’s old countryside house, a lonely wooden structure nestled between dying trees and distant hills.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The Old Mirror That Reflected More Than Just Me
It was the kind of antique shop you only enter by accident. Hidden between a boarded-up bookstore and a bakery that always smelled like burnt sugar, the shop had no name. Just a cracked wooden sign with faded letters and a bell that jingled even when the wind was still.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The Girl Lost in the Woods Who Was Not Human
I was 26 when I moved into my grandfather’s old cabin deep in the northern forests. It was the kind of place people forgot, surrounded by thick pine trees and silence so pure, you could hear your heartbeat. I wanted to escape the noise of the city, the suffocation of people, and just... exist.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The Night I Spent in a Graveyard—And What I Saw
I had always been drawn to the unusual—abandoned buildings, forgotten alleyways, and places people were too afraid to explore. But nothing tempted me more than the local graveyard on the outskirts of our town. A massive, crumbling patch of land, overgrown with wild bushes, broken tombstones leaning like old men, and the kind of silence that echoed in your ears. It was said to be haunted, of course. Every town has one.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
The Night a Jinn's Shadow Entered My Room
It was a humid summer night in Lahore, the kind where the air feels thick and everything moves a little slower. I had just returned from my evening shift at the local bookstore and collapsed on my bed, exhausted but unable to sleep. The ceiling fan above me squeaked with every rotation, and outside, the occasional honk of a rickshaw echoed through the street.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Horror
Whispers in the Mirror
June and Jennifer Gibbons were born in 1963, identical in every visible way. Children of Barbadian immigrants in a white-dominated town, they already stood out. But it was their behavior—eerie, synchronized, and almost unnatural—that caught everyone's eye.
By Atif khurshaid8 months ago in Horror
The Pregnant Virgin
In a small village, there lived a poor cleric (Maulvi). He was the sole Imam of the only mosque in the village. Besides leading the prayers, he also taught the village children the Qur'an. His wife taught the village girls at home, which helped them sustain their livelihood. They had only one daughter, who was exceptionally beautiful. Her beauty was talked about far and wide and these tales eventually reached the son of the village chief (Chaudhry).
By Ahmad shah8 months ago in Horror
