I never thought I’d get to the point of being sick of creepy children and complex supernatural drama from Asia but here we are.
November accidentally became an extension of spooky season and that’s fine but I’m absolutely gagging to hang out with a gang of harried executive women in quaint country towns – all learning about what’s important whilst falling in love with annoying yet sexually attractive men (usually widowers) in the build up to Christmas day. Shitty Crimbo movie season can’t get here soon enough.
Until then however, just one more ghostly tale to cover.
Continue reading “Noroi the Curse, or: Ghost fetuses assemble”