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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 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.
By Pablo Balderos5 years ago in Horror
Free 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.
By dartz5 years ago in Horror
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.
By Madelyne 5 years ago in Horror
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.
By Cass McLean5 years ago in Horror
Shooting 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.
By Max Miller5 years ago in Horror
Shapeshifting 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?
By I AM5 years ago in Horror
Burning Cigarettes
The actual script I wrote to my award winning first short film and directorial debut way back when Burning Cigarettes Short Film
By JD Glasscock5 years ago in Horror
The 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.
By Test5 years ago in Horror
The Painting
So as an art major I'm always collecting odds and ends I like mostly. So as a fine art major. You know painting, sculptures, fine art, realism, portraits. abstract, yadda yadda yadda, social media always had me at a crossroads and a bit of a distraction.
By Christopher Robertsson5 years ago in Horror
Vera the Ventriloquist
For those of you who are new to how my brain ticks… For every makeup art or costume I design, I usually have to create an entire unique backstory in lieu of it all. I feel it brings more personality and depth into the visual aspects of the makeup art itself and puts the cherry on top for my characters final touch. In fact, I usually write out my short stories before hand so that I can fully act out and personify my characters to the fullest once I am done creating the makeup look itself.
By Shanice Wadell5 years ago in Horror
A Clerk's Strained Civility
The old hanging bell chimed as the wooden door slowly opened. The clerk lifted her eyes from the hidden doodle she was working on. No one had come yet that day and after three hours alone at the boulangerie, she was less than enthused to adorn a veil of customer service. She slipped the scrap of paper with her sketch of a horrifically emaciated figure under the cash register. No need to incite unnecessary chat. She could not think of a more inappropriate image to be seen in a family bakery than a sketch depicting a furious starving child.
By Natasha Perry-Fagant5 years ago in Horror
What Makes a Good, Entertaining Monster Movie?
One thing a movie fan knows for certain is that the horror genre is never going out of style. It always has kept a steady flow throughout most of the medium of film’s history. In spite of the fact that it experienced some lackluster decades, trends going in and out of fashion, and variant box office prospects. As long as there are movies or tv shows being made, novels and short stories being written and published, there will always be a demand for it. What can I say? People love, get kicks out of, and pay millions of dollars at the movie theatre box office, on DVD/Blu- Ray sales, or subscriptions to streaming services, all to be scared shitless! So the market will always be there.
By Ben Jordan5 years ago in Horror