Like in that movie The Grudge, this woman’s got a grudge and it’s against Daniel Radcliffe, though could be Ben Affleck, Matt Damon, or Casey or John.
Instead of writing letters, filing lawsuits against them, she threatens with a fast moving sweep, making ancient toys speak, turning lights, locking doors, pushing chairs like the air might’ve done it, but it definitely wasn’t. I saw: it was her.
And no-one quite says why she holds it, the grudge, until the title rolls, and the lead’s dead and some extras are. And the kids in the graveyard, the slow moving pond weed zombies and marsh-buried corpses, blood mouths, eyes like rabid dogs got; them Harry Potter fans be crazy.