See, I can take all the creepy sounds and screams and psycho-slashers that you can throw at me. Once the experience is over and the credita are rolling, I won't blink an eye. Scream scary and jumpy and funny, but not something to keep you up at night.

Ghost stories do it to me. Specifically, poltergeist/demon-spirit type stories, like The Ring.

Me too, dude. The Ring freaked me the fuck out. Just reading your review is making me all shivery and uneasy again, and I saw the movie months ago. And it doesn't help that it's just now turning rainy and gloomy outside when it was sunny a few minutes ago. Cree-pee.

I actually covered my eyes at the end, when the girl crawled out of the TV, and I never, never do that. I was peeking through my fingers the whole time she was killing that guy, because I just knew any second she was gonna come right up to the screen and part her hair and that her face would be horrific, and I did NOT want to see it. I'm sure whatever I imagined was worse than the reality, but that's a mjaor part of what makes the movie so damn scary in the first place.

If you like the creepy imagery, read Clockwork by Philip Pullman. It's a children's book, and I read it sitting in my living in the middle of the day, and it disturbed me in the best of ways. Philip Pullman is a fucking genius.