I admit, somewhat wryly: I generally avoid horror. I don’t seek out slasher films, and I’d rather skip the books that keep me awake with my heart racing—I get my adrenaline hits elsewhere. But horror with comedy? That’s a different alchemy altogether. There is something fascinating in the juxtaposition—the grotesque sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with the ridiculous. When horror and humor converge, something mythic stirs.

Instead of being a conclusion, archetypes are instead flowing metaphors that exist and move both within us and outside ourselves

What if story is not simply a human invention, but one we humans simply understand in a particular way?