Bounce House

A short, wry sketch of post-apocalyptic solitude that plays its grim premise for awkward laughs rather than scares.

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 short, darkly comic piece that balances awkward humor with a quiet sense of loneliness and dread.

A short, slyly funny creep of a watch that turns a mundane gig into something unsettling and strange.

A short, strange, uneasy ride that mixes awkward laughs with creeping dread as the situation spirals.

A tense, grim little survival vignette that leans hard on atmosphere and dread in its brief runtime.

A short, wry shock that mines awkward grief for uneasy laughs, leaving you squirming and amused at once.

A slow, suffocating descent into grief and hallucination, where quiet domestic misery curdles into something vicious and dreamlike.

A quick, gory little horror-comedy that plays its zombie premise for laughs and gross-out thrills.

A short, frenetic burst of absurdist horror-comedy that feels like a fever dream in a strip mall pizzeria.

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

A quick, silly sketch that pokes fun at zombie survival while sneaking in a wistful note about lost friends.