Shoegaze Horror is perhaps as elusive as it is immersive—a cinema of ghosts, memories, and slow-burning dissolution where horror is less about what happens than how it feels, vibrating out through time like a drone that never quite resolves. If Folk Horror binds its terrors to the land and Cosmic Horror flings them into the abyss, Shoegaze Horror suspends its dread in a thick, hazy ether, somewhere between dream and waking, memory and oblivion.