Poking around the scary, horrible, disgusting, excellent cauldron of new horror lit

We hold these fears to be self-evident:

Go outside alone to see what’s making that noise, that weird skittering, metallic scratching, and you won’t be returning to your couch. Answer your phone at 3:30 in the morning and someone died or someone’s calling from beyond the grave. The folks in the small town you’re passing through are not who they appear to be.