I just finished The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in Your Home by Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor. I've kind of half-followed Welcome to Night Vale for years and enjoyed all the books so far.
I'm currently reading House of Leaves. This is my second attempt, after making it about halfway a few years ago. It's a great book, but a challenging read because it's dense and shifts context frequently. I find that the context-switching adds to the unsettling feel that the book is going for, but it's definitely not for everyone.
Fleeing naked along endless paths through mountains of jagged debris. A world torn apart. Feels like moving through molasses. Enough light to register, but not enough to see more than looming shadows. The air is hot and oppressive. It's hard to breathe. Sounds are muffled, no echoes. Safety lies at the centre of the maze but the path shifts and twists away like a living thing.
It was a recurring nightmare throughout my childhood. I still get anxious in really dim lighting, like when lights on a dimmer switch are down really low or candlelight in a dark room. I call it nightmare lighting.