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I know this might sound lame, but honestly, The Mothman Prophesies gave me the willies for about a week. Something about those scenes in the dark, or looking into the mirror, or on the phone as Indrid Cold talks to him. Mama.
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That was a good one. Finding out what the number meant left me breathless.
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Jaws. Definitely Jaws. I was 8 or 9. I didn’t swim at all that summer, and I lived on a tiny freshwater lake.
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My parents offered me the chance to go see Jaws with them. I’d have been 7 or 8. I don’t know how I knew to say it, but I said, “I don’t think that would be a good movie for me to see.”
The Birds I first saw it when I was about 6, and it wasn’t until my husband bought me a parakeet when I was 39, that I stopped being afraid of birds.
I’ve seen scarier movies, that freaked me out for a few days, but that one did the most damage.
I was 12 watching the Mouth of Madness. Well, I left the room a lot. Freaked me out. Nothing made any sense. It was a jumble of confusing, incomprehensible mages sewn together, which was part of why I was frightened. The plot doesn’t hold water in retrospect, with the nonextistent town and all, but it was freakish at the time.