Scarier than fiction: 9 genuinely frightening documentaries

Although the breadth and extremity of its “the wages of sin is death” message are ultimately quite horrific, in the pantheon of horror documentaries, is more of a horror-comedy. George Ratliff’s film follows the conception, construction, and execution of a Texas “hell house”: a church haunted house whose blend of pious moralism and bloody mayhem reveals much about the American evangelical mindset. The movie plays with this contrast, to sometimes humorous ends: One shot lingers on a “pentagram” drawn by sheltered Christian teens that’s actually a Star of David. But it never loses sight of the insidious stereotypes and repressed desires at play in the “scenes,” as when the camera lingers on the face of a church leader dumped for another man during a grisly tableau of an unfaithful wife being murdered. [Katie Rife]

True-crime documentaries often derive their horror from the gruesome details of the acts described therein, but is scary because it’s so difficult to pin down. The incident under examination is a 2009 car crash where a minivan speeding down a New York state highway inexplicably began driving on the wrong side of the road, resulting in a head-on collision that killed eight people, including four children. The driver, Diane Schuler, is described as a “supermom” by those who knew her, but her blood was later found to contain high levels of both alcohol and THC at the time of her death. If that would seem to explain the crash, it doesn’t—revelations of Diane’s secret substance abuse are only the beginning in this haunting blend of real-life identity thriller and medical mystery directed by ’s Liz Garbus. [Katie Rife]

While opinions vary on the effectiveness of Ken Burns’ stodgy, public-television-ready approach to documentary, most would probably agree that you’d have a hard time repurposing it as a recipe for scares… unless, perhaps, the target audience was people afraid of old, faded photographs. Yet Ken’s brother, Ric, actually did manage to wring a fair amount of unease from his older sibling’s shopworn techniques in : a recounting of the infamous horrors faced by the Donner Party, which turned to cannibalism during an ill-fated trek through the Sierra Nevada in the winter of 1846. The story itself is chilling enough that just about any faithful retelling would raise a few hairs; one diary entry, soberly read aloud, describes a child sobbing next to the half-consumed body of her mother. But the sense of impending doom is somehow only enhanced by Burns’ dry presentation—that usual mix of narration, archival materials, and B-roll nature photography, which in this case includes some sweeping, melancholy footage of the mountains that recalls the opening scenes of . Maybe it’s that we’re seeing the real haunted faces of the victims and hearing their real words. To paraphrase a : This is no dream. This really happened. [A.A. Dowd]

Published in 1973, Michael Lesy’s Wisconsin Death Trip utilizes vintage photographs from Charles Van Schaick to vividly recount a number of bizarre and tragic incidents that rocked the small town of Black River Falls, Wisconsin in the late 1800s. James Marsh’s also relies on Van Schaick’s morbid photos, intercutting them with re-creations as late English actor Ian Holm coldly tells us of lovelorn suicides, decapitations, religious mania, and dead children. (So many dead children, each rung by flowers inside tiny coffins.) If the onslaught of slow, painful death and pestilence doesn’t have you hiding under your blanket, maybe the visions of witches and Norwegian superstitions will do it. Apparently, bringing a rooster out on a boat will help you find the body of your drowned loved one. It’d be funny if it weren’t so sad. [Randall Colburn]

HBO’s covers a few different topics over the course of its two-hour running time: folklore, the juvenile justice system, mental health, and the cultural dangers of our current “post-truth” society. But there’s a through-line to this disquieting documentary: the horrifying true story of two 12-year-old girls who brought their friend out into the woods and stabbed her repeatedly as an offering to . That’s plenty haunting in its own right, but the film provides plenty of evidence as to why the myth of the spindly, faceless mythological Slenderman is so compellingly unsettling. Beware The Slenderman offers a bevy of grainy footage and DIY video storytelling from fans of the mythos, and there are enough long, solitary walks in nighttime forests and distant glimpses of a tall, menacing being to keep you up all night, every night, maybe for the rest of your life. [Alex McLevy]

Joyce Carol Vincent, 38, was found dead in her London flat in 2006. The details of her death were unsettling and mysterious: She’d been dead for three years; she was found with the TV on, surrounded by wrapped Christmas presents; and the cause of death was undeterminable because her body had decomposed to the point that it was “melting into the carpet.” As in the best scripted thrillers, director Carol Morley peppers in the unsettling details of the case amid the more mundane aspects of Vincent’s life. She relies on interviews with old colleagues, boyfriends, and classmates—as well as reenactments—to provide a fuller picture. Sometimes the two storytelling devices meld, to chilling effect: Joyce (portrayed in the reenactments by Zawe Ashton) alone in her living room watching her past retold on the television as time creeps toward her final moments. There’s no resolution, no answers or explanations, in Dreams Of A Life. There’s no terrifying bogeyman either, except maybe there is? Whatever happened to Vincent could presumably happen to you—and if it did, as the tagline asks, “Would anyone miss you?” [Patrick Gomez]