Smudge

I came across a collection of weird, creepy, fetish photographs the other day.  There is nothing overtly inappropriate about them; they just ooze wrongness.  You'd probably find these pasted on the walls of a serial killer's den (or in the collection of some Unknown Armies occultist), which is why I pass them to you.  They might be good for atmosphere.

I give you the article on Smudge over at Flavorwire.