The ending remains the only scene in a movie that genuinely traumatized me.
I caught this on cable when I was about 11 or 12 years old, late at night after everybody else was asleep. My mom had the paperback on her bookshelf, and for some reason I just thought it was a soft-core deal, like 'Emmanuelle' or something like that. I watched the whole thing just waiting for boobs to appear.
So you can imagine what I felt like, sitting all alone in a dark house past midnight, when the finale happened. I couldn't move a muscle for probably thirty minutes. The lamp next to the sofa was like three feet away, and I still couldn't move to turn it on.
It ruined me for life when it came to horror movies. NOTHING I've ever seen was one-tenth as scary as that.
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