Isn’t it odd that we love slasher stories when they are in writing and yet get scared when the blade materialises before our own eyes.
It’s almost as if ‘bad stuff’, when it’s written down, becomes fiction and therefore becomes enjoyable.
But sometimes it isn’t.
Sometime it isn’t fiction.
And sometimes it isn’t written down.
Maybe the worst tragedies come about when it’s the latter.
(Image by M&C Saatchi – without permission, but I’m sure they wouldn’t mind – it’s an ad)