Yes, I always got a Stephen King "kitchen sink" horror to it, the mundanity of event in amongst the horror. Like the kids coming back to find his friends not just dead, but overgrown, and yet the beer hasn't had time to finish pouring from the can.
Or the kid forced to film what turned out to be the deaths of his parents and sister.
"Ick!" (Beautiful "Ick!" granted, but "Ick" nevertheless)