I don't know if this will count for you, but--
I'm writing a Gothic Romance Fantasy. So while, not really a horror, there's some..grotesque imagery.
quote the blackorchid:
(Context: Ophelia wakes up from nightmare/memory of going to decompose what she thought was dead body --only to find the body wasn't dead, and in the nightmare, she knew the person.)
When the memory of Goldie in her nightmare shuffled in behind the bruised Mavus, Ophelia repeated it. And did so again, a few more stairs down when her elderly neighbor who always waved at her lie under the linen. Finally nearing the end of the staircase, Ophelia nodded.
“They’re fine. It was all a nightmare. They’re fine. They’re all f--,” she trailed off. Her eyes lilted just the same.
Buried in the soil of her memory, his sienna hair coiled like earthworms. The vivacity of his smile curled broken and rancid. Umber eyes were as dark as the earth around him.
I'm particularly in love with 'hair coiled like earthworms.' Gives me the heeby-jeebies everytime. LOL.
