Hᴏʀʀᴏʀ Stories

A crumbling chapel stands beneath a blood-red moon, its stone walls dripping with black liquid that pulses with unnatural energy. Dark shadows writhe around the structure as an ethereal mist rises from the ground, choking the life out of everything it touches. In the foreground, four figures-trapped in an eternal struggle-face the abyss that threatens to consume them. One's eyes are wide in terror, another's filled with loss, while the third stares ahead in grim resignation. The last stands with broken chains, his body an empty shell, haunted by the terror of what he has become.