Horror Movies

I've been spending a lot of time lately revisiting the horror movies which gave me the willies in my youth (that's one of the benefits of being a father of a young son) and I'm sad, but not surprised, to say that most don't hold up, and the chilling nature I remembered as a boy is no where to be found. For what it's worth, my son's a tougher critic than I, and we've yet to find one that's actually scared him.

But today, I saw something that absolutely chilled me, to the bone. Hell, to the marrow. Icy, aching marrow.

That scares the ever loving shit out of me.