It seems like Givenchy’s worst decision since this:

Hmm... A modern Shymalan movie I might want to watch? Seems a miracle.

There ghost.

“...and THAT’S why you should never be a racist, xenophobic, classist asshole.”

Well the best ghost story I’ve read, was Ghost Story, which I was reading at the time of the incident.

Try The Innocents, one dark and stormy night.

They should use this movie to teach abstinence.

Its the spirit of jaaaazzz from The Mighty Boosh!

Skrikkets.

This was the first book to actually scare me. I only read it during the day. The movie sucks. It changed the story, and took away a lot of what was so scary, including the implacability and persistence of the ghost/creature:

My first year in college I lived alone, and engineering homework would keep me up until 1:00 every morning. Local station showed movies once a week after that, so, starting out fatigued and alone in a dark apartment, I watched two films that year that made me turn the lights on until dawn. One was the first time I…

The opening freaked me right the hell out. I was sitting in the theatre, having just watched the girl get killed. Naomi Watts hears the story about how they found her in the closet and it cuts to the girl’s horribly mangled face...and then the guy in front of me turns around and asks, “Uh, is this 8 Mile?”

No question: the Robert Wise version of The Haunting, especially the scene when the entity pounds on bedroom door, and the one on the metal stairs You have to either see it in a theatre, or alone, to get the effect.

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls…

I got a bunch, but Straub’s Ghost Story is pretty creepy.

It maybe weird, because I am no rabbit, but the story of Watership Down’s black rabbit of death terrified the hell out of me. I had nightmares for years. I still feel uncomfortable thinking about it especially because of the weird art style used for killing everything in the first part of the movie. arrrgh.

Either ‘Whistle and I’ll Come to You’, (magnificently filmed by the BBC with Michael Horden in 1968), or ‘Count Magnus’ - both by M.R. James.

The kind with building existential dread. That’s why the movie I can remember really having me clutching the seats was The Others.

The Mezzotint, by MR James. I’m 52, and read this as a kid, and it scared the crap out of me. It’s a story that’s been done a hundred times now, but when it was written (1904) it was a new idea - a picture changes, but it only changes when you don’t look at it. Ugh. Still creeps me out thinking of it.

The 1963 film: “The Haunting.” I’d read the Shirley Jackson novel, but the movie really wound up the tension. It is the only film during which I’ve made a noise when something startled me.