Thaamba: Stop. Do Not Enter

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Horror is not something we create, nor is it something that jumps out of a closet in a dark room at an ungodly hour. Horror is not something which always advertises its presence with things falling down, windows banging shut or lights going off. It is something far more subtle, more real, more sinister like your shadow, imagine if it were to grow in length every day even if you stood at the same spot, at the same time of the day and when the lighting is similar. The shadow that grows like a cloak on your back on a day by day basis proportionate to the debauchery and evil you engage in, until it grows to such an extent that it engulfs you, sunlight is blotted out of your life and you are condemned to live in eternal darkness, is the essence of horror. Something that enters your life as a small vice, stays on as a companion, then grows as a master in whose clutches you are until it obliterates "you". Horror is that which will sink deep roots into your subconscious and change you from within to such an extent that you will appear alien to yourself.