Nightmare On Elm Street was the first movie that scared the crap outta me. My parents were out at a party and I was home with a friend and we decided to turn on HBO and watch it.
I made it until the part where Freddie is running down the alley in the first dream sequence. His arms are stretched out about 15 feet on each side and he is scaping his razor nails on the garages on either side.
At that scene hiding my head and humming music was no longer good enough, I called my parents and made them come home. Now that I think of it I feel like an *** for ruining there good time, but I swear that Freddie was gonna kill me if I went to the bathroom alone!