Scariest Part

For me, it's when Mary (Karen's friend), sees "Karen" written in the window and the camera zooms in really fast. Still sends chills from the top of my scalp to my fingertips.

This was my first horror movie--I saw it when I was about eight--and it altered me. I remember being terrified and my mom being appalled that I had seen it, but every time I went to my friend's house (she was about fourteen, I have no idea why she hung out with an eight-year-old), I would watch it. It scared the living daylights out of me. I'm researching it now for the first time in about twenty years. It's taken me this long to get up the guts to see the movie that made me permanently terrified of mirrors...and holy Balthasar, this is creepy as all get-out! Eek!