For me, Blair Witch's terror escalated throughout the film. The fact that you couldn't see what was out there really got to me. That final image of the one guy facing the corner of the basement just freaked me out completely.

The stupidest mother I've ever met rented Night of the Living Dead and The Shining for a sleepover I had with friends at age 7. We correctly giggled at the excesses of Night then put in The Shining. The other boys got bored and started talking about sports or whatever. I didn't.

Nightmares for years. I finally forced myself to watch it again as a senior in college, with a bunch of friends. I sat curled up and shaking through the whole cathartic process, and felt much better afterward.

When I was about three or four I saw a commercial for some TV show or movie... there was a woman in bed, and she looks up and there's a skeleton standing in her room.

That freaked me the hell out, and I had nightmares for years about that.

I remember seeing a movie on tv when I was in my teens (maybe? somewhere around there) which was about a young blind woman in a house I believe by herself. I don't remember too much about it, but I do recall an image of her filling up the bathtub to take a bath but not knowing that there was a dead body already in it. As the water filled up the tub, it got redder and redder, and she had no idea it was there. Really creepy!

I think the idea of someone fucking with an unknowing blind person really gets to me on a visceral level--Wait Until Dark really creeps me out in its Alan Arkin vs. Audrey Hepburn moments.

I had nightmares about the Dr. Phibes poster.

Never been much for horror, because I never know what will freak me out and stick with me. But I can look at grisly casefile photos with no problem(I still wonder if that's not a past-life thing)

Anybody else see the thing where Karen Black gets chased around by an African fetish doll with a knife? Nightmare fuel for years off of that one, and it was part of a made-for-TV anthology movie.

Trilogy of Terror, right?

I was 10 when a neighbor took us to see the original Friday the 13th film. I was way too young. The theatre was packed and I had to sit on my neighbor's lap. I watched the movie through my hands. My twin and I had bunk beds and because of the Kevin Bacon scene I didn't sleep in my bed for six months.

A few years later, I was at my aunt's house and she was watching Motel Hell on cable. I started watching it but after the first reveal I lost it and screamed. I spent the rest of the afternoon under a blanket.

I'm not a big fan of horror movies.

Trilogy of Terror, right?

That's it! I was spacing on the name.

Night Gallery used to get almost that extreme (I'm thinking of the earwhig episode). 70s TV used to get away with some crazy shit. Elizabeth Montgomery playing Lizzie Borden comes to mind, as well.