The regular news is way more terrifying than any horror I can think of.
I've started restricting the amount of time that I devote to reading the New York Times given how depressing it is.
My brother is a big fan of horror films. Last time we watched a video of one together (it was the one with the hovering sphere that would appear with sharp blades protruding that would hurt people) I had the remote and would mute the shrieking violin music, thereby reducing the ability of the film to inflict anxiety. He was annoyed. There's a bizarre aspect to this genre that seems to have some kind of effect on the endocrine system, one that I find unhealthy and undesirable. But, clearly, I'm not the intended audience. It makes me wonder why it exists, and why so many people enjoy such films. I find old campy ones really fun, like Vincent Price in House on Haunted Hill, and such Japanese treats as Attack of the Mushroom People, but I don't get the ones that are increasingly realistic and terrifying or gory. Why bother?