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Horror is not about a bunch of naked skeletons jumping into your screen and doing the lambada. Neither is it restricted to knocks, bumps, groans, ghosts, sucking blood and ripping off heads, or paranormal phenomena.

Sometimes stark, naked realisation is the most horrific experience one can go through. Realisation that you have to relive each painful moment of going insane, facing your own half-insane, half-delirious self, killing your friends one-by-one, committing the kill of your own self and staring at the dead body of your only kid who means the world to you, and repeatedly reliving the whole nightmarish sequence over and over and over again...and realising with a half-resigned, half-chilled feeling that you are trapped in that sequence. Forever.

The horror in this fantastic little film was very much there. You just need to empathise with it to feel it.