The Haunting totally creeped me out, I had to go turn on the lights. the handholding was creepy, but als when they are all locked in one of the rooms (the library?) and they hear the dragging sounds and the wall start to bulge inwards.
The only parts of The Audition were the clips from Bravo's to scary movies and that was enough to totally creep me out.
The Ring
still freaks me out. Enough so that I haven't watched
Lilo & Stitch
or
Spirited Away
since I found out it's the same little girl.
shudder
and the creeptastic gold medal winner, The Exorcist.
I've never seen it, but I have run drills up and down those steps (my crew team rowed less than a mile away). That was horrifying.
The Ring and the BWP scared the bejesus out of me. I think BWP because the setting was so familiar.
The Ring scaring me PISSED me off because I didn't think it was that great of a movie. But I couldn't sleep for three nights afterwards and couldn't bear to watch even the ads for the DVD when it was released.
The Others didn't scare me at all because of the resolution.
The Shining I think I saw too late. So many of the really scary images had been parodied and recreated out the waz.
I remember liking Carnival of Souls but not getting as creeped out by it as I thought I would. Does it have a happy ending?
See, I went to see
The Exorcist
to get over my fear of scary movies and it did nothing for me. There were some "OW OW OW!!" parts, but nothing that made me jump or hide. I was sorely disappointed.
I think I had the same thing with The Excorcist as the Shining. I knew it too well before I ever saw it. (Also I saw the Excorcist at someone's house while I was staying in N. Ireland as a teenager. I couldn't concentrate on gettin' scared because I was mostly concerned with what cute Irish boy I'd be snogging that night. )
There were some "OW OW OW!!" parts
That's exactly what running up these steps was like.
I remember liking Carnival of Souls but not getting as creeped out by it as I thought I would. Does it have a happy ending?
Nope. The movie ends as
the protagonist's corpse is being dragged out of the water, with the implication that she's been dead--or lingering in a limbo between the dead and the living--all along.
I have, like, deep psychological scarring from the vision of Herk Harvey's white ghoulish face grinning from the second story window. It's been a decade since I've seen the movie, and I still hesitate to look out the windows in the dark.