When I was a kid, having an older brother meant that I basically grew up watching 80s/90s horror.
There is a movie called The Gate…basically some kids end up playing a metal record backwards, and it results in a gate to hell opening up in their back yard.
Lots of spoilers below.
Highlights of my traumas from this film include:
Kid dreaming that he is dancing with the ghost of his mother, only to wake up and realize he's holding his now dead dog's body.
A demon creature being knocked down and shattering into a bunch of tiny versions of itself, that then basically kinda hang out being creepy shits.
The phone ringing, kid picking it up only to have a loud voice scream "you've…been…baaaaadddd" through it, causing the phone to burst into flames and melt.
A re-animated corpse smashing through the wall of the kids bedroom and grabbing him. (My bed was up against the wall in my basement room. Nope.)
Possibly the same demons from above grabbing one of the kids' ankle from under his bed.
That last one was the direct reason for me running and jumping onto my bed from a few feet away for the longest time.
I also stopped sleeping on the wall side of my bed to avoid corpse grabbings, while at the same time being constantly vigilant to not venture too close to the room side, lest under-bed demons grab me.
I was also convinced for the longest time that mini demons would get me in my back yard, as that scene took place in a area that vaguely looked like our back patio/garage door.
I haven't actually seen the movie in a good 30 years, so it could very well actually have been terrible and not scary at all.
Great memories, that film…
Edit: Oh no