Real life is filled with serial killers, mass murderers, and sickos of all degrees. Much of the twentieth century, it could be argued, has been devoted to the ingenious production and disposal of human corpses. But the scary thing is not that eye-gougings and vivisections and meals of human flesh may occasionally happen. The scary thing, the thing that ought to make the heart pound and the skin go cold and tingly, is that somehow we find this fun to watch on the small and large screens.

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