Bye, Felicia

A scrappy, uneven patchwork of low-budget chills that feels homemade and occasionally eerie, more curious than frightening.

A grim, unsettling descent into cursed footage that keeps you tense and uneasy, with a lingering sense of dread.

A chilly, low-budget anthology that feels like a campfire story with a lurking threat, more cozy-creepy than truly scary.

A scrappy low-budget horror anthology that lurches between goofy and grisly, offering quick shocks rather than lasting dread.

A cheap, grisly late-night anthology that plays like a scratchy VHS tape you'd rent on a dare.

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 patchwork of creepy short shocks that keeps you uneasy and guessing between segments.

A patchy, low-budget anthology that trades scares for a lingering unease, like a campfire tale told by someone who half-believes it.

A scrappy low-budget horror anthology that lurches between chills and cheap laughs, best enjoyed by genre fans who like rough edges.

A creeping parade of grainy, unsettling clips that leaves a lingering chill long after the screen goes dark.

A grim, unsettling anthology that turns everyday moments into creeping dread, leaving a lingering sense of unease.

A cheeky, gory anthology that plays like a late-night creature-feature marathon, mixing cheap thrills with a knowing wink.