scenario: you are a waiter at Olive Garden. You bring a table their salad and offer them cheese from that grinder thing. They're like hell yeah we love cheese! So you give them cheese

eventually they're like "uh hey that's enough cheese, we want to eat the salad now." But you, a cheese lover, instead reply "no man just wait I have so much great cheese here"

they go along with it, like hey maybe more cheese is good, surely it will pay off. You give them more cheese than usual, they're skeptical but digging it

by now all the other elements of the salad are just DROWNED in cheese. The table is no longer digging it. But they've invested this much time, might as well let you unleash all the cheese you're gonna.

Then, it the restaurant closes, and you, cheese in hand, take the salad back and send them on their way, saying "MAN DIDN'T YALL LOVE ALL THAT CHEESE"

the waiter is the horror writer, the table is the reader, the cheese is spooky shit, the salad is the story. At some point, you have to stop adding spooky shit and let the story happen. Otherwise you are just serving a bowl of cheese.

THE END