#retro horror

[aneverlastinghalloween]

[michelledrawz]

All together now! The complete set of Silent Hill posters~ all traditional mixed media using watercolor, ink, and colored pencil (the text is added digitally). Psst-- I still have a few more of these available in my shop!

[scaryfaiiry]

🕸️💀💜👻🕸️

[gor3whore69]

[carpwood]

me irl fr

[faiiryteethh]

[crepuscularpete]

[cleth]

[cryptid-manor]

[cheesy-cryptid]

“This better not make us late to prom!” 💥💥💥

Dont you just hate it when your reckless conspiracy theorist/occult geek bf is about to fight off a century old curse in your small town so you have to save him from getting mauled by monstrous flora without missing prom?

[aneverlastinghalloween]

Zachary Jackson Brown

[michelledrawz]

Part 3 of 4 of my Silent Hill poster set! All traditionally painted with watercolor, ink, and colored pencil.

I think 3 might be my favorite of the series to play. Something about the level design and combat feels very satisfying. And the theme song is a banger, and Heather is a great protagonist! Maybe not as affecting a story as 1 or 2, but sometimes it's okay just to be a fun horror romp.

You can get this print and the other SH posters in my shop!

[scaryfaiiry]

[mommy-mystic]

[carpwood]

cw / blood, slight s/h + few filtered versions

[robsheridan]

4th of July family album, 1950s-70s. The good ol’ days, a reminder of how things USED to be. Kids these days will never know the simple joy of summoning meat demons from the void dimensions to grill on an open fire. Back then we weren’t “taking selfies,” we were building bone golems of ourselves to bring to brief unholy life so we could ignite them into flames.

We didn’t need “apps” to have fun, we were outside celebrating America by self-immolating and roaming the streets smoldering with hellfire. I can still smell the burning skin! And we didn’t even get hurt, because we were just tougher back then; and also conducted human sacrifices that granted us protection, but you’d get “cancelled” for that these days.

No one complained if you wanted to fill the lake with the blood of cursed swine to bring it to a boil, and we weren’t shy about skinny dipping in it, heck we’d strip down to our bones as we gnawed on each others’ melting flesh - a little snack before heading home for barbecued ribs cracked right off the crispy meat demons.

As night fell we’d sing songs that might not be “politically correct” today just because they were the six profane recitations of Zasorael which brought forth the Araknoloids, but that’s just how things were back then: Men were men, women were women, and the Araknaloids were giant bloodthirsty hellspiders who lit up the sky with ectoplasmic glory when we fed them explosives. And as their flaming bones rained down upon the sky, burning our houses and cars and grandma, we weren’t afraid to say GOD BLESS AMERICA.

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NOTE: This is a work of fiction created by me. This alternate reality horror story is part of my NightmAIres narrative art series (visit that link for a lot more). NightmAIres are windows into other worlds and interconnected alternate histories, conceived/written by me and visualized with synthography and Photoshop.

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