Yapping About My Favorite Horror Shows (Mike Flanagan Supremacy)

Horror isn’t just about jump scares and screams. The best kind of horror lingers—the kind that seeps into your bones, that makes you feel. That’s why I love Mike Flanagan’s work. His ghosts aren’t just things that go bump in the night. They are grief, guilt, trauma—memories that refuse to let go. His stories aren’t just about fear; they’re about love, loss, and the haunting beauty of being human.

Midnight Mass

"We are dust, and to dust we shall return."
Flanagan took the idea of faith and twisted it into something terrifyingly beautiful. Midnight Mass isn’t just about religion; it’s about devotion, obsession, and what happens when belief turns into something monstrous. The way it was written? Gorgeous. Every monologue felt like poetry, like a prayer, like something sacred and haunting at the same time. Erin and Riley's talking about death scene, the dialogue absoluty tore my heart apart by its beauty. Oh what a writer you are Mike!

Riley : "And all the other little things that make me up, the microbes and bacteria and the billion other little things that live on my eyelashes, in my hair, in my mouth, in my skin and in my gut and everywhere else, they just…keep on living. And eating. And I’m serving a purpose. Feeding life. And I’m broken apart and all the littlest pieces of me are just recycled and I’m billions of other places. My atoms are in plants, bugs, animals and I am like the stars that are in the sky. There one moment and then just scattered across the god damn cosmos."

Erin : "But I'll forget this. I always do. I always forget my dreams. But now, in this split-second, in the moment I remember, the instant I remember, I comprehend everything at once. There is no time. There is no death. Life is a dream. It's a wish. Made again and again and again and again and again and again and on into eternity. And I am all of it. I am everything. I am all. I am that I am."

The Haunting of Hill House

This series is a masterpiece. The way it blends psychological horror with deep, painful emotions? Chef’s kiss. I love how Carla Gugino, her beauty has a haunting charm which is perfect for the series.

But what truly stood out was the way it explored a mother’s love. Olivia Crain wasn’t just haunted by the ghosts of Hill House—she was haunted by the fear of the world outside. To her, the house was a sanctuary—a place where she could keep her children safe from the cruelty and heartbreak of the real world. But in her desperate attempt to protect them, she became the very thing that hurt them the most.

It’s such a tragic take on motherhood—how love, when twisted by fear, can become suffocating. She thought she was saving her children, but in the end, she was only leading them into the same darkness that consumed her. And that? That’s horror. Not the ghosts. Not the house. But a mother’s love turning into something deadly.

Also how lonely she must be in that house for a long time!! To us, that house was haunted. But to all the ghosts we saw at the end, to them, it was their home, the only place they found comfort in. 

I love the concept of the red door room btw sooooo muchh. The house was actuallly cool. IDK HOW MIKE GOT THESE COOL IDEAS FOR HIS SERIESSS???

"It wouldn't have changed anything. I need you to know that. Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek. Think of that and of me when you stand in the rain. I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. That's all. The rest is confetti."

The Haunting of Bly Manor

A ghost story, yes—but at its core, a love story. And not just any love story—a heartbreaking one.

Dani Clayton, the protagonist, spent her life running—from her past, from her guilt, from the fear that kept staring back at her in mirrors. But Jamie? Jamie saw her. She loved her despite the darkness Dani carried. And one of the most poetic things in the show was how their love was reflected through mirrors.

• Dani couldn’t look at herself in mirrors because of the ghost of her past, haunting her.
• But Jamie? Jamie wanted to see Dani’s reflection every night, just to know she was still there.

She knew Dani was slipping away. But she didn’t care about how haunting it was—she just wanted one more moment, one more glimpse of the person she loved. And when the truth was finally revealed? That Dani was always there, always watching over her, even if she couldn’t be seen? That’s love. A love that lingers beyond time, beyond death.

Grief, in this story, is another kind of haunting. And love? Love is the ghost that never leaves.

"Perfectly splendid."

The Fall of the House of Usher

This series was a feast. Dark, tragic, poetic—just the way I like it. But let’s talk about the sister. She was on another level—intelligent, ruthless, and an absolute force. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She made being terrifying look so elegant. The whole show felt like a gothic horror opera, and I was obsessed. 

Flanagan doesn’t just make horror—he makes art. He takes pain and turns it into something unforgettable. That’s why his stories stay with me. They’re not just something you watch. They’re something you feel.