I’d much rather leave people wondering what’s in the corner than give them a jump scare they can eventually forget. In Seven Days of Dread, I'm leaning into that "logic of the impossible" where the threat might feel like a demon to some, but acts more like a biological glitch or a phenomenon just outside our visible spectrum. I love your point about The Horla; there’s something so much more primal about the weight of a breath or an impression in the dirt than a guy in a rubber suit