The Alfred Hitchcock one with the guy who’s paralyzed but everyone thinks he’s really dead and they almost do an autopsy on him. ::shudder:: Worst nightmare ever.
Where the Woodbine Twines - It was one of the rare hour-long Alfred Hitchcock Presents episodes. An uptight, racist spinster must take in her 8 year old niece after the girl’s parents are killed. The little girl has a doll of a little black girl that she calls the doll Numa, and she won’t be seperated from it ( much to her aunt’s chagrin). But every so often, the aunt catches a glimpse of a real little black girl hanging around the house, whom the niece insists is just her doll Numa…
The story has a nasty, twisted twist ending, one that is actually fairly obvious, but chilling nonetheless.
Oddly enough, I remember very little of the actual sketch. (Maybe I’ve blocked it out.) Bert and Ernie were in an Egyptian tomb and one of the statues kept talking to Ernie whenever Bert was out of the room. He had this deep booming voice. It terrified me. I couldn’t sleep that night.
My brother and I were terrified of Are You Afraid of the Dark? when we were little. The premise was that this group of kids that called themselves “The Midnight Society” would meet every week in the woods around a campfire and one member would tell a scary story. When they began, the setting would shift from the campfire to the actual story. They always introduced the story with "Submitted for the approval of The Midnight Society, I call this story - ". I’m sure if I watched it now, it’d look pretty crude by my current standards, but when I was 4 or 5 years old it was terrifying.
Trivia: Elisha Cuthbert was a member of The Midnight Society during the second run of AYAOTD from 1999-2000.
The vampire one (the one where Dr. Vink helps out a failing movie theatre) always creeped me out. The Nosferatu type vampire, coming out of the screen…ahh.
The Joker’s Wild Devil. A recurring nightmare was that face hovering over my bed.
Another nightmare was the Tasmanian Devil from the Warner Bros cartoons. In that dream I would “wake up” in my normal bed and look over the edge to the floor, where the Devil would be laying down face up roaring at me. This nightmare was only worsened by the fact that my sister had a Tasmanian Devil stuffed animal and once she knew about the dream, she’d leave the Devil next to my bed for me to encounter in the mornings.
On the more conventional side, Children of the Stones from Nickelodeon’s Third Eye anthology was particularly scary for me for some reason.
The X-Files had me basically convinced that I would be abducted by aliens sometime in the near future. Combined with the cougar that was on the loose in the area the summer The X-Files premiered, I was absolutely terrified of going outside after the sun went down. I was old enough to know that I probably wouldn’t be abducted by aliens, just because they most likely weren’t real, but also young enough to believe that it might happen.
Abducted by aliens, eaten by a big cat. I’ll stay inside, thanks.
An episode of the X-Files entitled Home, a story about infanticide and the extremely inbred Peacock family in Home, Pennsylvania (where the sheriff was named Andy Taylor and unfortunately nobody locked their doors at night). One of the most disturbing hours of television ever, and almost ruined Johnny Mathis for me (you’ll have to see/hear the episode to understand why).
That episode of The X-Files creeped me out intensely.
When I was a kid, the one movie/show that scared me the most was Jaws. I can’t even count the number of nightmares I had that I was being chased by a shark in the middle of the ocean, with nowhere to go but farther across the water. I must have dreamed that hundreds of times.