Pure hell. You don’t joke around about this. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre is (still, more than 40 years later) like an artefact or fragment of something even worse than what you see, something buried or obscured or hidden. Which means I’m much more likely to rewatch the late Tobe Hooper’s Poltergeist or (why not) Lifeforce than Texas Chainsaw, while still admiring it more than almost anything else in horror. The legend is probably part of that, but not all of it.