Category: horror

Rudolph Uprising – horror concept by Jakub Roz…

Rudolph Uprising – horror
concept by Jakub
Rozalski

That’s why they call him „red-nosed“.

H.P. LOVECRAFT The Fear from beyond – New Engl…

H.P. LOVECRAFT The Fear from beyond
– New England village
– book illustration by Guillem
H. Pongiluppi

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xombiedirge:

xombiedirge:

Godzilla & Gamera by zhen lu

Daddy’s at home, dear! by Prophetharm

Daddy’s at home, dear! by Prophetharm

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Krampus by Enfant-Terrible

Krampus by Enfant-Terrible

Creepypasta #1338: The Bramhall Scarecrows

Length: Short

Bramhall
is a charming, picturesque town in the North of England, and a very friendly,
quiet and terribly dull place for a child to be raised. There was very little
for kids to do and hardly anyone to play with; in fact, there can’t have been
anywhere in all of England with so few children, and there wasn’t much for them
to look forward to, except the town’s annual Scarecrow contest.

Since
time immemorial, every organization and business in Bramhall spent months
designing and dressing a scarecrow to be displayed in their store windows,
gazing silently at passers-by, before being brought out on the sidewalk on the
last Sunday in July in order to be judged. Pirates, pop stars, politicians and
every possible profession in-between was represented in stitched-up form. A
crude wooden crucifix was provided to every entrant, who would then fashion a
simple straw-stuffed mannequin and adorn it with absolutely anything at all.
Prizes were ceremonial but fiercely fought over by the proud townspeople.

On
the eve of one contest, four bored kids were ambling through the small shopping
precinct, seemingly deserted at that time of night but for a couple of dozen
pairs of black-button-eyes peering out from darkened store-windows, when the
kids discovered a lone scarecrow left outside in the cold. The children began
to push him around and tear at his long, flowing patchwork robe, and one of
them took the beautiful wooden flute from his knitted fingers and played it
tunelessly. 

One boy felt cruel tampering with someone else’s tireless work, and
tried to stop the other three from carrying the scarecrow into some nearby
woodland to burn it, but his friends were having too much fun and told him to
go home and leave them alone as they gleefully vanished between the trees.

Though the boy searched and searched, he
couldn’t find his three friends amongst the teeming townspeople eagerly
watching the next morning’s judging. He wondered why anyone would miss out on
the cultural highlight of the year. A scarecrow dressed like Donald Trump won,
but an honourable mention was given to an anonymous entry; to the boy’s
surprise, this was the solitary scarecrow from the night before, his colourful
clothing repaired and his flute raised to thin lips, stitched into the
slightest smile. 

Apparently, this scarecrow was meant to represent ‘The Pied
Piper of Hamelin’, and the judges were especially impressed with the three
child-size scarecrows posed scampering happily after him. With a growing panic,
the boy realised the clothing which these small scarecrows wore seemed awfully
familiar.

Credits to: Hack_Shuck (story)

larrydraws: One of the latest arts, originally…

larrydraws:

One of the latest arts, originally done for my job but since it never went anywhere I claimed the rights to post it separately. I love it, and also it makes a hella rad t-shirt UwU

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