Wrath of the Gods potentially sees the world of The Wicker Man come to a close, with the third film in the series being released some 53 years after The Wicker Man was unleashed on audiences. The Wicker Tree followed in 2011, and now we have Wrath of the Gods, which was inspired by a script left dormant for a number of years. The initial script was recovered from the abandoned archives of original The Wicker Man director Robin Hardy, which were found in the attic of the old family home. Robin’s son Justin adapted the script along with his half-brother, Dominic, in order to bring their father’s initial vision to life. Wrath of the Gods is the only film in the trilogy not directed by Robin; instead, directing responsibilities were taken on by his son, Justin, who previously directed the 2022 documentary Children of the Wicker Man. Tragically, Justin died just weeks before Wrath of the Gods premiered at FrightFest

Folk horror isn’t just another subgenre. It’s that feeling of dread that comes from realizing the world isn’t as rational and scientific as we once thought. It’s the idea that something ancient still lives in the darker corners of the forest.

These movies aren’t about jump scares or gore. They’re about the slow realization that the people you know may be part of something much older than the modern world can understand.

Think about The Witch. The film is a deep dive into the paranoia and violence that comes from radical beliefs. Another great example is Midsommar. The film is an exploration of how grief and trauma can make us susceptible to cult like ideologies.

Around the ruins of the once grand Dunstanburgh Castle in Northumberland, England, the ghost stories are covered by a thick veil of sea mist. From legends of a gallant knight to the Queen from the War of Roses, the abandoned fortress is not quite empty.

High upon the storm-battered cliffs of Northumberland, along the bleak, windswept edge of the North Sea, the desolate ruins of Dunstanburgh Castle loom against the sea misty horizon. It used to once be the largest castle in Northumberland and a garrison against Scotland, but only fragments remain of its grand past.

Today, the 14th century castle’s skeletal remains offer a hauntingly beautiful backdrop for coastal walks — but for those who linger too long after dusk, this crumbling fortress whispers tales of bloodshed, betrayal, and restless spirits.

Coming day after day to torment his wife, the Buckinghamshire Vampire terrorized an entire town for days. And he wasn’t stopped until the Bishop intervened.

Hidden among the villages and misty woodlands of Buckinghamshire in south east England, a county better known for its pastoral landscapes and historic estates, lies a strange and unsettling tale of a vampire said to have once terrorized the area.

Unlike the famous aristocratic bloodsuckers of Gothic fiction, this legend, whispered among locals for generations, speaks of a malevolent revenant risen from its grave to prey upon the living.