Reading about a horror film has given me horror.
Mind as weapon against itself.
I can’t not think of it. I have no visuals. Visuals might be better.
My 12-year old son explained to me why The Exorcist was scary.
“It’s so slow,” he said. “You never know when.”
My problem with the movie: “I never knew that…”
Only reality has done this to me before.