Me too. Scariest movie ever made…in my humble and 10-year-old’s opinion.
As I understand it, some seats were indeed wired, in some theaters. It was another in a long list of producer William Castle’s marketing stunts.
I might just have the oddest one here, but when I was quite young I would get seriously creeped out by the animated NBC “snake” logo when it appeared on TV. It might have reminded me of snakes, which I’ve never liked (although I don’t recall that seeming like the reason at the time). Whatever it was, it just made my skin crawl as it grew and twisted into the letters, like some symbol of menacing evil.
To a far lesser extent, I always found Danny Kaye vaguely creepy.
The farmhouse I lived in as a child had a big old scary furnace like thisthat made loud hissing and banging noises as the ducts heated up.
I wouldn’t go near the thing until I was 7-8 years old.
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When I was 6 I picked up a copy of Watership Down at the video rental store and had my dad rent it for me. After about 20 minutes I made him hide it on top of the refrigerator until it was time to return it. I was scared of rabbits until I was in my late teens thanks to that movie.
Looks just like Gossamer.
My mother says that when I was little, I freaked out when we went through a drive-through car wash. I can imagine that those brushes and hoses and fans must have seemed a bit overwhelming.
Slight highjack…What didn’t creep me out as a kid, but did creep out my daughter.
When I was my daughter’s age, which is 14, the Guess Who had a hit song called “Rain Dance” I thought it was cool. All these years later, I put this song on my iPod.
“Eew, Mom, that’s song’s so creepy!”
I can’t figure out what’s creepy about it. Now, P.J. Harvey’s song “Down By The Water”—that’s creepy…
Where’d ya get the gun, John?
To be fair, I roomed with a clown once and he was a really nice guy. Great sense of humor, and he could make anything out of a balloon. And I do mean anything. (I took balloon Uzis to class every day when I roomed with him 
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I once described a particular artist as a cross between Jeff Buckley and some other less-obscure musician in a jazz history class, and the teacher asked me who Jeff Buckley was; my explanation was that he was a dude who only put out one or two albums before he drowned, and they were full of songs about feeling worthless and losing your loved ones.
Then I heard the song I was thinking of and really paid attention to the lyrics, and found out it was actually a sweet love song. :eek: Projecting a little?
When my daughter was a toddler, we got a 99cent video cassette which had a bunch of “old timey” cartoons on it. It contained “The Pin Cushion Man”… It litterally terrified her, but oddly enough she wanted to watch it again and again, as long as we were on the couch with her so she could cuddle and hide her head…
At the same time, the first ROBAXACET comercials came on featuring the artists dummies with pins sticking into them (indicating back pain)… she would curl up into a ball when these came on, we surmise from exposure to pin cushion man…
Regards
FML
Thats what I was going to say, though specifically, the white, sick ET is what did it for me, also:
Pretty much anything from the Dark Crystal
The show on nickelodeon, “The Third Eye”, especially the intro
I thought Mayor McCheese was a sickening abomination
The Tv Show “V”,
Monchichi’s
Chucky Cheese animatonic puppets, particularly when they would “disengage”
Bowling Ball return chutes
Lady Elaine
Some “Frog and Toad” stories creeped me out, as well as Mrs. Butterworth
but worst of all,
My babysitter would play a record with horror stories on it, once where a womans head was kept on by a ribbon, and she tells her dude not to take it off, but he does when shes asleep, and the head rolls on the floor and says " I told you so!". Just horrible,horrible
My parents took me to Disneyland when I was very young – young enough that you only remember traumatic incidents. Anyway, they took me on some sort of submarine ride. At some point a voice announced that, paraphrasing, “We are going to dive.” I heard this as “We are going to die,” and completely freaked out.
I hated, “This is a test of the emergency broadcast system.” That jarring tone that went on and on made me very uncomfortable. I was sure that if I ever heard it for real, it would signal the end of the world.
When I was about six and my uncle was sixteen, my mom and I went to stay with my grandmother and she and I slept in his room. He had this poster for the movie *Frogs * up on the wall.
God, I hate frogs.
Not much scared me as a kid, but I remember two movies that gave me pause.
The first was The Day the Earth Stood Still. I was 5 years old. The second was It Came From Outer Space. I was 7 by then.
They were probably a bit intense for my age
Oh, good lord. Legend of Boggy Creek is responsible for too damn many of my alone-in-the-dark fears. ESPECIALLY when the critter attacks through the bathroom window.
::shudder:
Bob Hoskins of Creature Features - I Curse Your Damn Name! Its all your fault!
The Haunted Mansion in Disneyland. Specifically, the stretchy-face paintings.
At one point when I was young, my folks hung a stuffed toy clown over my bed. It was probably about a foot and a half tall, with a grinning, plastic face. I was fine with it during the day, but it creeped me out at night. Because it wasn’t scary during the day, I couldn’t bring myself to complain about it and I got used to it eventually.
I can’t believe you remember him…but I think it was Bob Wilkins. Bob Hoskins was in Who Framed Roger Rabbit.
Oh, yeah, the 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea ride! I forgot all about that one! I remember going on it with a friend. I was old enough to know that it was all maniquins and animatronics, and that we weren’t really going completely underwater, and all that. I loved the ride, until my friend said, “Wouldn’t it be awesome if the ride broke down, and we got to swim through all that?” The thought of getting in the water with all of those mermaids, and fish, and giant squids, and other stuff creeped me the hell out. I spent the rest of the ride praying that the thing wouldn’t break down, and didn’t go on it again for the rest of the trip.
My mind blocked his name from my memory in an attempt to escape the horror.
My parents always played bridge on Friday nights, leaving me at home, alone. On the three channels we had back then, it was Fantasy Island, at 10, then Creature Features at 11.
I still remember the horror of Bigfoot Weekend - I think it was three movies, all about bigfoot, and they are all jumbled in my brain. One was about opening a crypt on a mountain, releasing fumes and an evil bigfoot. Then, there was some campsite strung around with motion-detecting wires, and I remember the abject horror as the radar screen showed the wires getting broken, and dozens of bigfoots (bigfeet?) surrounding the campsite, terrorizing the researchers. Then, it was an epilog of some people riding out on horses, two of them stunned, and the words said something like “And Dr. Mary Worth never spoke again… only drooled in the corner, ocasionally screaming”.
I don’t think I slept for a month. And it made me scared of my Chewbacca stuffed-collectible-action-figure.
Mentioned in another thread:
IMO, the scariest Twilight Zone is the episode The Howling Man. In the story, a hiker took refuge in a European monastery. Resident monks told him they held a prisoner there – the source of all evil. The hiker felt pity for the prisoner & freed him. Now for the scary part…as the prisoner moved from his cell to the outer monastery door, he transformed from a pitiful prisoner to a healthy adult man to prideful, angry Satan; he then proceeded to cripple his rescuer.
The last act is this: the crippled hiker has recaptured Satan, but has to leave his prisoner. He cautions his housekeeper not to set his prisoner free, but the housekeeper is filled with pity at the pain-filled howls of the prisoner, & creeps closer to the jail door, key in hand…
I saw it first-run on tv when I was seven, & didn’t sleep for several nights. In 1995, my younger daughter & I watched The Howling Man during a Twilight Zone marathon. She kept me up for two nights after with her nightmares.
My baby is currently awaiting the birth of her child. If, seven years from now, she doesn’t watch Twilight Zone w/her child, I won’t mind.
Love, Phil