I've just been clearing my comment filter of spam comments, which had built up into the hundreds. I have to admit, I find spam oddly spooky. (I find many things oddly spooky.) What I find spooky about spam is that it seems to occupy a kind of limbo, a netherworld, a basement existence of its own. Within its own crazy world, a comment like this makes perfect sense:
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It's the sheer randomness that I find unsettling, like when the person beside you on the bus launches into a senseless and disconnected lecture about nothing in particular. I find spam spooky in the same way I find the idea of empty haunted houses spooky. Seeing a ghost is scary. But a ghost that flits around all by itself is even scarier.
Spam folders are like the sewers of the internet. And sewers are pretty spooky, too. That's why we make urban legends about alligators in them.