Saturday, October 17, 2026
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The best time of year is finally here: Halloween season. (And I'll hear no arguments to the contrary.) To get you in the mood, we rounded up the best horror movies of 2026 so far. If you watch just one this weekend, make it Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma—Gillian Anderson has never been better. —Brady Langmann, senior entertainment editor
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Snap the One Wish Willow and step into the Backrooms. This year has been a real scream.
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Do you feel that chill in the air? The cooler winds and crunchy leaves beneath your boots? It’s officially autumn, baby. But while Halloween is just around the bend, we’ve seen a slew of hair-raising horror movies all year long.
As summer cooled into fall, more major horror movies like The End of Oak Street, Buddy, and Zach Cregger’s Resident Evil showed that audiences can’t get enough screaming. There are still a few months left in the calendar, but already there’s too many great horror movies to count on two hands. Here are all the horror movies that Esquire staffers insist are the best of the year.
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I lived in the same house from the time I was a small child until I was eighteen years old, but I never noticed the two battered shoeboxes that my father kept in a white wooden cabinet in his bedroom. My parents’ TV sat right in the middle of the built-in shelving. Above it were albums full of family photographs and my dad’s family Bible. Below it were two open-door cabinets. Inside, the shoeboxes. Every child knows there is a zone of privacy in their parents’ bedroom, a place where they keep things that don’t concern you, that pre-date you. So I never noticed them. But I wonder, knowing what I know now, if it’s also the case that some things can’t be found until a person is ready to find them.
It was September 2022, when I was forty-four years old and my father, Victor Plohetski, was seventy-eight, that he told me about the shoeboxes. I arrived at his house—my house, the one I grew up in—and began what was, at that point, becoming our ritual. I met him in the living room in his oversize recliner, a chair he rarely left anymore. I unpacked my recorder and turned it on. I pulled out a yellow legal pad. I composed the questions I wanted to ask.
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Welcome to Esquire’s guide to style and luxury. This season, you'll find the very best coats, suits, shoes, bags, watches, and colognes—and comedian Matt Friend.
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