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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.
⛔ Three-day wedding procession, returned alone ⛔
⛔ Three-day wedding procession, returned alone ⛔ An upazila in the middle of Bangladesh, its name is Trishal. Just by pronouncing the name, it seems like the rhythm of poetry rings out. It is not very far from Mymensingh city, but once you set foot there, it seems like time has stopped. A mysterious beauty can be found in the combination of rivers, beels, dirt roads and lonely trees.
By Ratul Shrikh11 months ago in Horror
My Roommate Sleeps with Her Eyes Open
Story: When I moved into the dorm, I was told I’d be sharing the room with a girl named Haley. She wasn’t there when I arrived—just a perfectly made bed, a stack of books, and a single photo taped to the mirror. It was a black-and-white picture of a woman standing in a lake. No face. Just a silhouette.
By Shohel Rana11 months ago in Horror
What would it be like if you saw someone else lying next to you in your sleep in the middle of the night?
When I got the new job, no one was happy. My mother said, “Don’t do this job, it’s not good to play with people’s deaths.” The people in the neighborhood laughed, and some whispered behind my back, “This boy has become a dom!”
By Ratul Shrikh11 months ago in Horror
Whispering Pines
Part 1: The Arrival There were seven of us—friends since college—craving adventure and escape from the noise of our busy lives. The mountains were calling, and we answered, planning a full week in the wilderness. We packed tents, food, torches, and spirits high with excitement. The first two days were pure bliss: laughter by the bonfire, warm cups of tea, and storytelling under a sky full of stars.
By Noman Afridi11 months ago in Horror
The Last Night of the Manor House
Story Name: The Last Night of the Manor House Author's name: Sabina Islam. My name is Shamsher Sen... I am a history teacher by profession, but my hobby is a little different—I love chasing abandoned, unknown history and lost landlord families. The time of this incident was December 2022. Winter was at its peak, and I moved to a remote village in North Bengal—Chardurantapur. The history of this village is not in books, but the local people have oral stories—a terrible landlord family, whose bloody past is still spread in the air. As soon as I got off the train, the station covered in fog felt like a ghost kingdom. The name of the station was Daryapur Hat, from there you have to walk 8 kilometers to Chardurantapur village. As soon as I entered the village, I noticed one thing—everyone was leaving with their eyes downcast. As soon as I mentioned the 'Manor House', an old man shook his head silently and said: "Don't go there, Babu... Going there on a winter night means death. The last time a group of young researchers went there... All three of them died... I couldn't even understand how anyone died..." I laughed. As an urbanite, I don't believe these folk tales. But today I realized that I was wrong. Today I faced a truth that I never imagined..!
By Sabina Islam11 months ago in Horror
"Barefoot, But Not Broken: A Doctor's Journey From Struggle to Strength"
Every journey begins with a single step, but for some of us, that first step can feel like an eternity. I remember the first time I stood in front of a mirror wearing the white coat. I was filled with hope, determination, and dreams of making a difference in the world. But what no one tells you about the path of a doctor is that the road is often lined with struggles that test not just your intellect, but your very spirit.
By Doctor marwan Dorani 11 months ago in Horror










