On a planet, in a state, in a neighborhood, in a house, there is a very short horror story:

Once upon a time there was a woman who, while she was cleaning the dishes, asked her husband why he always spoke in a low voice.

The husband, sitting on the sofa, said, “Because I don’t want the food we ate tonight to hear!”

The man laughed. The wife laughed.

And the monster that came out of his wife’s belly, opening her in two with its ten-foot-long claws, then starting to walk towards her husband, did the same