CARRIE (1976)
Spoiler alert if you’ve not watched Carrie, but I was nearly scared to death when the dead bullied college student’s bloodied arm suddenly reaches out of her grave.
I jumped so high out of the seat I suffered altitude sickness and wished I had bought a parachute, not popcorn.
Everybody, absolutely everybody, screamed at the end of Stephen King’s supernatural horror in an era before social media allowed morons to think they had a right to ruin films for everybody else.