I don’t get it. I am a rational human being.
I know ghosts don’t exist in this world. And even if they did, there is not a single shred of evidence to show that there are.
So late in the middle of last night, why am I so scared in my lift lobby?
Why am I so anxious for the lift to open its door?
Why am I so reluctant to look into the glass window?
Am I afraid of looking at something that by right shouldn’t be reflecting on the window?
And when the lift does arrive, why am I tense that I literally jump a bit.
And why should I peep into the lift…expecting to see people in there?
I know why.
Because I scare myself silly watching this show
One might say that the true subject of the horror genre is the struggle for recognition of all that our civilization represses and oppresses.
~ Robin Wood