Review to come.

I think back to every Japanese horror film I have ever seen.

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She grew up in a very tight household, which she ran away from when she was fourteen... And the place she ran away to had no television...

Exactly HOW many Japanese horror films has she seen?!

I don't want to be here. I want to be a normal seventeen-year-old girl, worried about exams and prom and boys (like Gowan) and getting my own car and going to university and 'Getting a Life'. Aren't I supposed to be freaking out over eyelashes, the new tattoo, this hot band, my next outfit like those kids out there? Or shouldn't I be pondering my career, my path in life, the meaning behind Everything for me, the future?

When I go to check on Nori, she is sitting in her room staring at the corner again and grinning like an idiot. I might be bold and take one of Cath's old dolls. It's not healthy for a seven-year-old to be alone so much. The fact that she finds walls so interesting is proof enough.

A tree. It's a tree. I convince myself of this, almost fully.

Until the thing steps forward, his head turning a fraction in my direction. I can almost hear the tiny creeeeeeeeeeeeak as his head rotates. It is a tall, long-limbed, bulbous-headed shadow.

I blink again.

Closer.

And again.

Closer.

Closer each time. Like the trees. Tall, thin. Eerily still. Still and watchful. A man. Something like a man.

But he has no eyes.