I’m “feminist horror “, and I feel seen.

Haunting season once again 👁️👁️

Older characters in horror aren’t just mentors—that's why I love writing the young challenged. They are haunted houses themselves — every wrinkle a hallway, every scar a locked door. #HorrorWritersChat

In Solipstice, adults only show up as messed up, flawed characters who should be nowhere near kids.

midnight dance 🌜🌟 #art #cuteart

you could have decided to be better, but you didn't, and then when your kids do it's time to bring in THE ENTIRE MURDER MACHINE THAT IS THE STATE to punish them for being queer, or autistic, or uninterested in your car-dealership dynasty, or willing to date outside their race

and there is maybe no greater sense of betrayal than being abused your whole life and told you'll get your turn as the big bad patriarch/matriarch playing with your own little puppets, only to have them turn around and say "i don't have to take this" — because *you* didn't have to take it, either

Thanks for hosting artshare, Luisa, and really appreciate the dark art theme. Happy Autumn Equinox.

'The heavy, grey sky weighed on the world. A thick, layered fog reaching from the ground to the upper atmosphere, exerting that heavy burden like an immovable melancholy, a sadness without end. For days, everything remained dull and dark.' -Stijn Streuvels 🎨Ernst Ferdinand Oehme #BookWormSat

Hello, it's been a bit ~ was going to take a short break and it turned out longer than planned But here's a sketch from today

I still think this Siren Head painting is pretty good

Still Life with Smith Corona (1977) photograph by Anne Billson

I cleaned (and filled) the bird feeder. Please clap

Reading Ringu right now and the main journalist guy is friends with a serial rapist, like wtf dude

I’m now old enough to have seen some people age more than two decades, and I’m not gonna lie, that shit’s scary

Don't dream it, be it. HAPPY SUNDAY, WITCHES! Don't get bogged down by the bullshit. (Sorry- could not resist a bog joke)

Oh sure I agree with the sentiment, but it's posted over an AI picture and there's just no excuse for that.

OK, friends, today's the day! It's formatting time! (It's morbin time always pops into my head when I think this) Formatting my books got more complicated when I decided to start including illustrations, but I think the drawings are especially important for this one. Send good vibes my way 😅

I recently read a translation of The Haunting of Hill House into German, and they made Theo’s flatmate male, and this has to be one of the worst translation mistakes in the history of translation. (I so keenly remember reading the original and searching for clues to the flatmate’s gender…

i’m such a fan of rural roadside letter board signs i don’t know what it is but they have a certain charm to them, especially when they are old and missing letters for example i often drive by a church sign that reads “EEK THE LORD”

I dream of a tower i cannot reach.

Reading about another femicide in my former hometown. Nothing has changed since I left there so many years ago, it seems.

“Good morning, my little minions.”

Me, finally remembering the password to my own account: *hacker voice* “I’m in”

Here is another spooky house (because I love to draw a spooky house) for brinklit friction mag a few years back. This was for a gorgeous, haunting story called EVERY WOMAN IS A HAUNTED HOUSE by Audrey R Hollis frictionlit.org/every-woman-... #art #horror p.s 🖼️? www.inprnt.com/gallery/carl...

Very late for a meeting 🍄

We can’t have an accurate conversation about trans identity

+𝟱 𝗚𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 along with its defensive bonus, provides +2 charisma to all party members

Flower Head

mood

She could fix me Dorothea Tanning, Geburtstag, 1942

The other day I had a few minutes to kill before an appointment, which is my usual clue to wander about aimlessly, and I stumbled on some backyard altar to the Virgin Mary, fragrant with fresh incense? If I wasn’t such a hardened atheist, I would probably have taken that as some kind of sign.

A strange place- 2025

A perfectly normal hallway #theotherhappyplace

I had to rewatch Dogville like a dozen times just to convince myself that boundaries are good, actually. I feel like I deserve some medal as “most messed up in the head” for that.

Vampire: Let the right one in 2008 Werewolf: Ginger snaps Ghost: Ring (1998) Slasher: Final destination (all of them) Folk: The Medium Big monster: Pacific Rim (if we’re sticking to horror, The Blob 1988) Zombie: Train to Busan Comedy: Shaun of the dead Alien: Annihilation

Stream of consciousness bio beastie drawing

Why do birds suddenly disappear Any time I creep near?

so, to understand this story there are a few things you need to know - my cat, Gus, believes he is a trained support animal - he is not (he has relatives who are, but he is not) - he believes he is a seizure-detecting dog - he is not a dog - I do not get seizures

Hi, I'm Hadassah! I grew up in the UK, and I write gothic horror with a strong historical and/or supernatural base! I prefer to focus on short stories, novellas & poems. Most of my work is set between 1860-1927. I like to write about gender, neurodiversity & childhood (& dolls) 🖤 #HorrorWritersChat

I like windows, screens, anything that involves someone viewing weirdness and terror. I think a lot of what I write deals with the horror of being a witness to things. #HorrorWritersChat

#HorrorWritersChat It’s an evangelical megachurch auditorium just like the one where I first learned to hate myself. You’ll never see it represented directly and explicitly in my work because it is very banal and ugly. Catholicism at least has drip

#horrorwriterschat Windows, with the curtains drawn during daytime. There’s nobody indoors. There’s somebody indoors.

Mine is bright pink, pastel-patterned, softly carpeted. There are flowers in the vases on the mantelpiece (though nothing too Georgia O'Keeffe). Johnny Mathis is playing on the hi-fi But there's something rotten under the floorboards. And the smell is starting to creep in #HorrorWritersChat

A… slide? Before I know it, I’m sat at the top and hurtling down. Landing with a thud, the dark soon bursts into an assault of colour. It’s a carnival, and I’m the guest of honour. The clowns are glad to see me, the acrobats spin and twist. But something isn’t right… The smell… #HorrorWritersChat

#HorrorWritersChat Not much to see here, the stairs go on forever, you can’t even see the basement from here. Are they supposed to go that deep? That can’t be right. I‘d better go down and take a look.

Hello! I'm Sal. I live in western Massachusetts and I write about ghosts and queer people. Most of my work takes place in small town New England, where being different can be its own brand of horror. #HorrorWritersChat