I feel like Macbeth could work as a horror

That’s a statement of mine which I feel would definitely apply to act 2 during Duncan’s murder, Macbeth and Lady Macbeth or standing in the hallway right beside them being Duncan’s quarters with them finishing the job it being left a horrible massacre, as Macbeth peaks through the door slightly cracked open the pale orange light of the torches contrasting the dark somber blues mixing with the spit of blood as Duncan still lay there an intoxicated smile still on his face while a massive red gaping mouth lay in his chest a further illusion of Macbeths own madness, guilt, and grief for what he’s done already consuming him.

Lady Macbeth pulls Macbeth aside belittling him with her quiet whispering spits of anger spread across the hallway, Macbeth looking down to her like a lost puppy hands forwards towards her as if bearing his own, gift that being of guilt as the once King’s blood rest upon his hand, the knocking breaks the silence the two had staring at each other both emotions contrasting each other, they try to ignore the knocking telling themselves to stop looking and to turn but they freeze, the ambiguous knocking being to much for either to ignore lady Macbeth’s once enraged expression turned to a look of shock and horror coming to grips one what she’s done, she drowns in horror as the knock continues to aggressively getting louder and louder once asked by the Macbeths as to who is one the other side there. is no answer. Them getting more and more frail inside and out, Lady Macbeth finally thinks and milliseconds later she speaks grabbing and shoving Macbeth to the other side of the hallway, their work for tonight now being done the knocking continuing to echo out through the now sin filled hallway getting fainter and fainter as the images of Duncan’s regicide loop in Macbeth’s like a never ending play, both Macbeth and Lady Macbeths fates now being sealed.