Now, what'll we put on the screen that'll make the backs of their necks crawl?
A little girl screaming, claw marks down her cheeks.
Tara takes a pull off her bottle and when she looks up, there's a woman in the road. She is naked, long matted hair covering her breasts. Beside her stands a feral razorback boar, here at the crossroads, her legs thick as trees or a cloven-hooved devil's. "What the fuck?!" Tara screams, driving into the face of madness, and swerves, knocking herself out as she blasts up against a tree. The woman whirls to watch her as the smoke comes up from her hood, and turns away again smirking, naked, covered in dirt -- but with a nice smoky eye! -- and leads the boar toward Bon Temps, away from the crossroads, called down into the world by desperation and fear. You wanted real magic? Wild magic? Welcome to the world of trouble. You're soaking in it.
"Look," Amy pushes at Jason as they make their way down the stairs, "If you wanted to feed him, we should've talked about it first." Jason's who is bound and determined to get the upper hand no matter how mny people, starting with him, end up dead: "I don't need your fucking permission!" Amy asks him how they can expect Eddie to trust them, if they don't even trust each other. Eddie groans as they flip the lights on, still fighting. "This ain't a game, woman. I don't want him ending up dead!" Amy code-switches again, claiming that Eddie's going to kill them. Jason promises her he won't, and kisses her -- then shoves her across the room. And it's done. Amy Burley is a person that a lot of bad things have happened to, and Amy Burley is a person who destroys any world that doesn't agree with her. "I'm gonna let him go, and don't even try to fucking stop me." Eddie calls out weakly to Jason, his friend, the boy who loves him, and Jason shoves Amy away again, working at his bounds while Eddie begs. "Yeah, I'm coming. I'm coming. Don't tell me what I can and can't..." Without standing, Amy grabs the first thing close to hand -- a fence picket, not yet painted white, the first tools of a life they won't let her have no matter how hard she tries or how good she is -- and stakes him. Jason screams and tries to stop her, but too late. His face contorts in sadness and rage and fear and disgust as he rips at the pieces of Eddie all over him, desperate to get away, clawing at himself, trying to get out of his skin, sick and heartbroken and shocked.
"If you wanna torture anyone, torture me!" Bill cries, and the Magister's offended. This isn't torture, it's birth. Bill's about to become a father, with his family to watch. How dare you call this torture? "I could show you torture if you like," the Magister offers, as Jessica prays and slowly goes insane. "No, I was... I was wrong to speak." The Magister tells him to knock off the stalling, and reminds him, as Amy reminded Jason at that first picnic, when even the leaves were so in love they tickled and kissed each other in the sunlight, "What you see in this cow, Mr. Compton, is merely a response to stimuli. Humans are quite... Primitive. Incapable of feeling pain as we do." Which is so much more than a parallel to Amy, or any historical horrors: it recapitulates the very first lie we're ever told. A separation between us and the rest of the world means subjective importance and reality. Becoming adult, becoming human, is remembering your ability to feel the pain and experience, or at least take on faith, the subjective experience of everyone else.