I love horror that is atmospheric and psychological. The kind of horror that makes you question what is real or not. The creeping dread. The unease. The slow buildup of psychological stress. Surreal visuals and liminal spaces.
through the Badlands when accidentally hits a coyote. At first, it seems friendly, almost grateful she stopped to help. The animal isn't visibly injured, it approaches licking her face. But then the gentleness turns into anger and it suddenly tears into her throat with its teeth.