El Altar: Demasiado tarde para rezar

A slow, oppressive descent into dread as curiosity turns into a trap in an isolated, decaying place.

A slow, moody weekend that tightens into an eerie standoff between unseen forces.

A short, grim camping trip that turns nasty, leaning on dread and sudden violence rather than cleverness.

A slow, uneasy cabin weekend that curdles into something sinister and unseen.

A slow, uneasy descent into a haunted place where teenage bravado curdles into dread and personal ghosts feel as real as the spectral ones.

A quiet, slow-building night in a remote haunted house where boredom curdles into unease.

A quiet, uneasy night-road encounter that builds dread slowly around a single mysterious light in the trees.

A short, quiet plunge into folk dread, all mist, stone and mounting unease.

A getaway curdles into dread as friends are picked off in a remote, hostile place.

A short, uneasy hangout that slides from easygoing to strange, leaving a lingering chill.

A short, uneasy slow-burn that turns a rural weekend into something quietly unsettling and strange.

A sunlit holiday curdles into something grim and claustrophobic, trading postcard scenery for mounting dread and ugly violence.