If what gripped you in Who Goes There? was McReady trying to keep men alive as a whiteout closes in, sled dogs howl, and the camp jury-rigs flamethrowers while not knowing who to trust, you’ll love the doomed crews of the Franklin expedition in The Terror. Trapped in the Arctic ice, mutiny and starvation gnaw at them as a stalking, possibly supernatural predator picks them off. That same mix of freezing isolation, failing leadership, and relentless, shape-in-the-snow menace that pushed Blair over the edge is here in spades—only with the ice pressing in forever.

If the nail-biting lab sequences in Who Goes There?—the autopsy of the thawed creature, the sabotaged blood tests, the frantic attempts to devise a reliable assay—were your favorite parts, The Andromeda Strain zeroes in on that exact tension. A team of scientists races through biohazard protocols to understand a lethal extraterrestrial microbe before it escapes containment. It’s the same clockwork dread as when MacReady tries to outthink the Thing with tests and protocols, except here the entire thriller lives inside the pressure-cooker of procedure, failure points, and split-second decisions.

If the tight focus on the Antarctic outpost—just a handful of people, a storeroom of kerosene, and something not-them—made Who Goes There? so tense for you, Annihilation amplifies that intimate, sealed-off unease. A four-woman survey team ventures into Area X, where biology itself has gone wrong. Journals replace camaraderie; trust erodes like it did when Blair snapped and the dogs turned. The scale stays small, the atmosphere suffocating, and every discovery feels like the autopsy table all over again: precise, horrifying, and not nearly enough.

If you loved the tense group dynamics of Who Goes There?—Garry’s command slipping, Clark’s defensiveness about the dogs, side-eyes as MacReady lines men up for tests—Dead Silence takes that closed-circle suspicion into deep space. A salvage crew boards a long-lost luxury liner and brings something back that turns the team inward, fraying loyalty into fear. The way rumors and half-glimpsed horrors ripple through the crew echoes the outpost’s mounting paranoia, right down to improvised defenses and the awful realization that the real danger might already be inside the airlock.

If the creeping psychological terror in Who Goes There?—the way the Thing imitates mannerisms, memories, and flesh until McReady doubts every face—got under your skin, Solaris is its cerebral counterpart. On a station orbiting the planet Solaris, scientists face manifestations dredged from their own minds by an incomprehensible alien ocean. As with Blair’s breakdown and the chilling question of who is still human, the horror here is identity itself: what’s real, what’s imitation, and what it means when the alien understands you better than you do.