Imagine the scene. You are the final girl. You have just discovered the wall of photographs in the attic. You are trembling. You run downstairs to flee, but the front door is locked.
And the most terrifying part? He is probably your neighbor. The one who brings you Christmas cake every year. The one who waves politely over the fence. the english psycho
You are taught from the cradle that to display emotion is to lose the game. To complain is vulgar. To raise one’s voice is a failure of breeding. The English man or woman is a pressure cooker wrapped in tweed. Imagine the scene