My criterion for a good ghost story is that it needs to cause a visceral reaction: goosebumps, chills down my spine, tingling neck, icy veins etc. Dark Matter did very well. There were nights when I just didn't want to go to sleep yet, so I ended up grabbing my Kindle in the dark and didn't stop reading until I started flinching at my own shadow on the wall.

As far as remote locations go, The Thing (1982) has a different approach, but that and Dark Matter represent two sides of the horror coin that I've grown to love equally. When the latter's protagonist goes to work as a wireless operator on an Artic expedition, it's all about the quiet, subtle atmosphere, and what you don't see or what sees you. Paver slowly sets up the scene, letting the eeriness gradually seep through the cracks and the isolation grip your heart, so when Jack finally encounters the thing that walks in the shadows, you feel trapped. Add to that the lack of daylight, stillness, and coldness, and you have a lovely winter hell right there.