And let me tell you — that creepy ass doll was my nightmare for the next 6 years of my life. And due to this, horror to me was a genre filled with scary looking ghosts, jumpscares, incredibly loud and eerie background music with no actual story to it — just ghosts deciding to haunt random (white) people in big suburban houses.
And this led to me avoiding all horror movies or even anything near it. In the process, I unknowingly skipped past all the great cinematic work that I found out about much later— Silence In The Lambs, The Sixth Sense, and The Babadook, for instance.
