It got better, much better. Or should I say worse? Part of it might be that I read Uzumaki all alone in the middle of the night with no proper lightning anywhere and curtains with spiral patterns on them, but Uzumaki is probably the creepiest thing I have ever read or seen or played (I have played Dead Space and Silent Hill and other nightmare fuel-y games, watched just about every famous horror movie and read at least 500 creepy pastas) . This is a good thing, a really good thing. Uzumaki is so f**ked up, so horrible in such a strange way, mixing psychological stuff with body horror. Out of context the images may be narmy but in context they are just perfect.
It might look stupid now but try watching it after you've read the rest of Uzumaki |
I must have read it more than ten times by now, for some reason. I am not sure how to react to something that sincerely creeps me out. Normally, creepy stuff fascinates me more than scares me. I consider horror to be a theme (like fantasy or sci-fi) rather than something that leaves me awake at night, haunted by horrible scenes and paranoia, Uzumaki however fits better with the second opinion. Today, when I re-read the first chapter of Uzumaki, I can still see how I thought of the images as laughable but I no longer laugh. I just stare at the pictures, dreading the horrors of the future chapters. Or something, I'm not sure really, but I know for sure I'll keep re-reading it.
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