My evil older brother (who I was also terrified of) made me watch some awful movie where a detached hand crawled around and attacked people. I think I was five. That damned hand showed up in my dreams for the next twenty years!! Ugh.
My memory must be wacked. I keep reading posts and remembering stuff. One time, must have been around 10 or 11, watching a movie with my mother. A crazy lady popped out of a hatch from the CEILING in a big old victorian house. We both screamed. Don’t watch horror flicks or read murder mysteries. I read the news.