My world was turned the wrong way up after I made the grave mistake of watching an Asian horror movie on the ripe outdated age of round 13 (sarcasm meant). My curious self simply could not resist, and earlier than it, I spent the following few weeks of my life terrified {that a} ghost lady was going to crawl out of my TV.
Yep, my Asian horror journey began with Ringu. And while it scared the life out of me on the time, the movie did not put me off. Instead, over time, I’ve gone trying to find much more scares (and subjecting my associates to those self same scares at sleepovers — nonetheless not sorry, guys).
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