Deep underground in a vast cavern that acts as a demonic place of worship, there stands a group of cloaked figures in a circle. They chant and the air wavers around them as unseen powers begin to rise. They may be summoning a ferocious creature from the underworld, or creating a horrible storm that will destroy the village, or perhaps simply worshipping a god of chaos. As their ritual progresses, the intensity of their ill-intended magic mounts until they are in a frenzy of chaotic, dark, religious ecstasy! Dark ambient music, with elements of didgeridoo, cavern sounds and chanting.
(Illustration copyright (c) 2009 Emilie Leger. Used here with permission of the artist; unauthorized use prohibited.)
Tents flap in the autumn wind, rickety old rides creak to life, and a tune played on a madman's calliope echoes from a tattered circus tent. Freaks of nature dance wildly and beckon you to come play their games. Welcome to the demented carnival. Enjoy any ride and play any game. It'll cost you nothing but a tarnished token... or your soul! Maniacal, bone-chilling carnival music.
(Illustration copyright (c) 2008 Murder Mindy. Used here with permission of the artist; unauthorized use prohibited.)
Through a back alley and down an old dilapidated road there is a house that has been abandoned for as long as anyone can remember. Even the homeless and the crack addicts stay away from its rotting wood and the ominous shadows it casts on the dusty yard. But it's not the boarded-up windows or rusty padlocks that keep them away... it's the horrible noises that can be heard, that seem to be coming from within the house's walls. Screams, wails, the sounds of torture and ultimate despair. It is whispered that the house once belonged to a madman... but no one alive knows for sure what happened there... Electric guitar-driven music with ghostly counterpoint.
(Illustration copyright (c) 2010 Ashley. Used here with permission of the artist; unauthorized use prohibited.)
The ancient cemetery gate creaks, opening on it's own to a misty path that seems to lead beyond the fading night into darkness. The dry Autumn wind whistles through the door of a vaulted crypt. An owl calls in the distance, and other creatures of the night cry out in response. A constant moaning can be heard underneath the rustling leaves - an undeniable voice crying out in loneliness and dispair... Dark, deathly ambient music.
(Illustration copyright (c) 2010 JoAnn Lieberman. Used here with permission of the artist; unauthorized use prohibited.)
Chaos. Discontent. Dispair. Bursts of manic euphoria. These all mingle in the madman's mind as he struggles to survive. Whether he roams the streets, warming himself at a garbage can fire and mumbling to the voices in his head, or sits in a white room with padded walls, sedated beyond recognition, he cannot stop the spiraling song of insanity that plays constantly in the deep recesses of his diseased mind... Textural, ambient music laced with lunacy.
(Illustration copyright (c) 2011 Dee Jian. Used here with permission of the artist; unauthorized use prohibited.)
All you can do is run. But no matter how quickly you move your feet, your leg muscles straining, perspiration dripping from your forehead into your wild, wide eyes, the killer is always a few short steps behind. You panic, but he is calm. You pant, but he breaths steady breaths which ring hollow on the chill air. You scream, but he is silent. His only sound is the steady tread of boots and the drawing of a sharpened blade. Through the backwoods, the city streets, or the comforting confines of suburbia, he will pursue you. The voices in his head and the chaos in his soul will allow him to do nothing else... Electric guitar-driven, insane heavy metal.
(Illustration copyright (c) 2010 Steffen Eriksen Haneboe. Used here with permission of the artist; unauthorized use prohibited.)
A dark, sinister castle on top of a high mountain, surrounded by mist and mystery. Shadows lurk in every corner. The sun never shines. Stormclouds threaten all the time, and the night is filled with flashes of lightening and echoing thunder. Footsteps can be heard on the marble floors. Wolves howl in the surrounding forest. Bats fly high above near the cathedral ceilings. There’s a dungeon down below where faint sounds of despair and rage float up into the rooms above. It’s an oddly seductive home that promises beauty and desires fulfilled… but those who enter rarely leave unscathed. Orchestral vampire music featuring harpsichord with ethereal vocals by soprano Jennifer Lindsay.
(Illustration copyright (c) 2008 Arnaud Bul. Used here with permission of the artist; unauthorized use prohibited.)
Noble vampires dressed in velvet and lace finery stand around a decadent, high-ceilinged room. Some talk about politics, others flirt unabashedly, and other toast to their new joint business ventures by raising exotic, shining goblets. The atmosphere is elegant and everyone wears a smile, but underneath the facade one can't help but sense that there are darker, more sinister intentions at play. A power struggle amongst clans that has gone on for centuries, after all, can't be so easily pushed aside. Not even for the sake of the Vampire Prince. Orchestral atmospheric music featuring harpsichord.
(Illustration copyright (c) 2010 Howard Goldberg. Used here with permission of the artist; unauthorized use prohibited.)
Werewolves battle for the alpha spot in their pack. The spectators cheer on one side or the other, and the excitement escalates as the fight gets more intense. The rivals rely on their most primal instincts, ferocious and wild. They know that there can only be one winner, one Alpha. And that the loser will not be allowed to survive to challenge him again. Electric guitar-driven wolf music.
(Illustration copyright (c) Geof Davis. Used here with permission of the artist; unauthorized use prohibited.)
The dead are taking the city. The teeming dead walk the streets, the living falling back or dying in a futile attempt to protect what is theirs. Police sirens, ambulance sirens, air raid sirens, car alarms and domestic burglar alarms, every artificial wail that indicates human disaster is going off somewhere. But what you hear are the screams. People are backing themselves into corners, falling behind, or being wounded by their comrades and left for the dead. The groans of the dead raise in pitch as they swarm over each new victim. There is a tearing of flesh, a crunching of bone, then they resume their steady progression. Some people try to make their way to the harbor where the Navy is waiting to shuttle survivors away. The chances for survival look grim. Circling jets carry enough napalm to level the city. You can only hope the fire wipes out the infection. If not, every city in the country is going to be like this. Industrial apocalypse rock.
Illustration copyright (c) 2009 Chris. Used here with permission of the artist; unauthorized use prohibited.)