Glenn Gork

Pelt (2010) is, honestly, a wild ride through the kind of backwoods horror that sticks to your shoes long after the credits roll. You start out thinking, “Okay, this is another group of college kids heading into the woods for a fun little getaway,” but nope—things get weird, fast. You’ve got these friends, all pumped for a weekend camping trip, probably hoping for a little booze, a little romance, maybe some s’mores if they’re lucky. Classic setup, right? Well, they don’t get far before things start falling apart in the creepiest ways. Turns out, the woods they pick are way less “scenic hiking trails” and way more “nope, get out now.” There’s this local legend swirling around about some psycho lurking out there, and, surprise, it’s not just a story to scare tourists. One by one, the group gets picked off, and it’s not pretty. There’s a lot of running, tripping, screaming—y’know, the works. Blood everywhere, panic, the whole “why did we ever leave the city” vibe. And man, the killer? Not your typical masked slasher. There’s a gnarly backstory that makes everything even more twisted, so you’re almost—almost—sympathetic for a split second. Every time you think someone’s about to escape, nope, another brutal surprise. It’s got that grimy, low-budget charm, too, with practical effects that make you wince. By the end, you’re left wondering if anyone ever really makes it out, or if the woods just swallow up every fool who wanders in. Not for the faint of heart, but definitely a must for horror junkies who like their scares relentless and a little bit unhinged.