Scariest scenes in films

[jarrod_inf]

The doll scene in The Game

[iank]

Black Christmas (1974).

[Show spoiler]The eye staring at Olivia Hussey through the crack in the door. And those phone calls. Ah hell, the whole frickin' movie.

[shrex]

I was always creeped out by the sister Zelda in Pet Sematary, still haunts me.

[R3P0]

The Clown from IT still one of the reasons I hate clowns to this day lol

[Saccharin]

When I think of scary than it is the film Eden Lake. It is not a good ad for going on a vacation too UK. Those kids and their parents

A scene that comes too mind is that monster in a box from CREEPSHOW when it revealed it self. I saw that when I was 10 on VHS at a friends home. After I we saw it and I needed too come home, because it was late and dark outside. I walked home alone it was close by. I was in rush too come home and it freaked me out that I didn't sleep that night and somedays after that. Now I got the BR ofCREEPSHOWand saw the scene again and I laught about it.

[ijustblumyself]

All of Inland Empire.

[JeffTheMovieGuy]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZowK0NAvig

[AlexIlDottore]

Juana Durango scares the crap out of me :

Wild At Heart - YouTube

[*PREACHER*]

Originally Posted by The Great Owl

The Changeling (1980), when the ball rolls down the stairs.

See...it's not just me then...my wife makes fun of me for being freaked out by that scene...but seriously if that happened to me or to anyone they would be freaked out just as well!!!

[AaronJ]

Originally Posted by *PREACHER*

See...it's not just me then...my wife makes fun of me for being freaked out by that scene...but seriously if that happened to me or to anyone they would be freaked out just as well!!!

Amen!

[Silo5]

Originally Posted by JeffTheMovieGuy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZowK0NAvig

I want to see how it turns out!! You guys are going to make me watch a bunch of these movies this weekend and I'll blame all of you when I can't go to sleep!!!!

[ctyank]

Originally Posted by Silo5

I want to see how it turns out!! You guys are going to make me watch a bunch of these movies this weekend and I'll blame all of you when I can't go to sleep!!!!

Be a man. Do it alone and do it in the dark.

[camper]

The ending of What Lies Beneath, when

[Show spoiler]Ford is underwater in the vehicle and we see the corpse, shift lightening quick to grab him

. That movie had quite a few 'gotcha' moments, one of the better ways 'cheap scares' have been done. Love this film.

Rosemaries Baby, when

[Show spoiler]she's getting raped by the devil

always creaped/freaked me out.

End of the Blair Witch Project gets me, taps into the fear factor of exploration of abandoned houses/properties I did as a kid. In its sequel,

[Show spoiler]when the hot red-head is in the locker

creeps me out for some reason.

The Ring, when the little boy says

[Show spoiler]what do you mean you helped her? You weren't supposed to help her...She never sleeps

. I thought the movie was over when

[Show spoiler]they pulled the body out of the well

so I was totally taken by surprise. I thought that scene with the hot blonde and little boy talking was the best part of the whole movie, by the way.

Oh yeah...Zelda. Zelda creeps me out to this day. Always has.

[Trigger89]

The ending of 'Don't Look Now'. I'm 25 years old and I still get uncomfortable/uneasy seeing

[Show spoiler]that dwarfs face.

[LordCrumb]

Any scene in which Bruce Willis attempts to Smile, or acts like a "Nice Guy".

[theprestige85]

I don't know if 'scary' is too much for an exaggeration but the ending of Rear Window is very tense for me.

[Bad8511]

The lawnmower scene in Sinister made me jump.

[Bad8511]

The lawnmower scene in Sinister.

[Corner Camping Noob]

The Smiling Man:

The story itself is far scarier than the video, in my opinion.

2AM: The Smiling Man - Short Film, based on The Smiling Man by Blue_Tidal (2013) [Original] - YouTube

Story Text:

[Show spoiler]

About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.

I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.

I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.

Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.

I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.

I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.

Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.

I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.

I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.

And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.

When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the **** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.

And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.

I ran too.

I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.