Alan Smithe's Nosferatu

An uneasy, slow-burning Spanish horror that traps you in a sinister house with strangers and lets the dread creep in.

A murky, low-budget Argentine horror that trades scares for a strange, uneasy ambiguity about pregnancy and the undead.

A tense, darkly satirical forest horror that feels like a social media nightmare come to life.

A quiet, uneasy short that drifts between everyday frustration and something stranger, leaving you unsettled.

A seductive, bloody slow tease that coils desire and dread together until the erotic turns predatory.

A strange, dreamy drift through a city at night, more mood than story, leaving an uneasy aftertaste.

A slow, shadowy old horror that leans on atmosphere and dread rather than shocks.

A slow, gloomy descent into gothic dread, more moody atmosphere than shocks.

A slow-building unease settles in as intimacy curdles into dread, leaving you tense and watchful.

An uneasy, slow-burning short that turns a quiet celebration into a claustrophobic psychological descent.

A brief, uneasy visit to a quiet place where something wrong is waiting to be uncovered.

A slow, moody night of interlocking vampire tales that feels intimate and quietly unsettling rather than jumpy.