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My mother took me to see this film when I was 11, after warnings from my favorite aunt that it would freak me out. She thought the trailer looked hilarious, and yes, at first glance it would seem that it was but the scares were explosively described in the media as psychologically invasive. Mother could push fear aside temporarily by capping her soul in a jar. I had no idea how to do that but the curiosity for art ignited a fog obscuring all warnings.

I watched, I thought, I made it through but scenes flashed through my head until I readied for bed. It was the scariest piece of art I would ever see. The flashes and the music controlled my lack of sleep and catapulted my fear. I begged my mother to share a bed which she welcomed but I spent all night pulling the covers off her face because she had similar hair to the devil in the film.

The fear overwhelmed me for about a week when I grabbed my soul, put it in a jar and capped it. 29-Sep-2019

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