By Anamika Chatterjee
One of my earliest memories of watching a horror film is with my mother. In my formative years, she would keep my eyes and ears covered through the shrieks and gore. Sights and sounds aside, the idea of a vengeful spirit had already entered my 12-year-old precocious mind and was to be seated there for a long time.
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