The "horror" I understand does not refer to the vague flesh and blood, broken limbs, the strong smell of the story layout and the twisted and perverted consequences, but the kind - that kind of sadness that the fate has no way out.
For example, we can describe fear this way.
You were lying in a cool and open place under the night sky, with your arms and legs spread out in a large letter shape, and your hair lightly pillowed behind your head. Because you thought they were troublesome, you easily pulled them off your scalp one by one, and naturally, you didn't feel any pain. His eyes were set far and high, and he could clearly see the things that were chattering in the dark night. A sweet song slowly filled my ears, "Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of little stars, hanging in the sky to shine, like many little eyes, twinkling and twinkling, the sky is full of little stars, stars." It's so strange, what is singing, I can't find it even if I look for it. , Something suddenly occurred to me. I lowered my head and looked at myself. There was a big hole in my chest. An ugly spotted thing jumped out of the hole, stepped on my chest, and was smiling at you. Then you will think it is so familiar, oh, it turns out to be...