One night (back in the seventies when I was a kid), my pastor had decided to show one of those scary demon films in the hopes that someone would get the Hell scared out of them (really).
The lights were all out. The film was just starting.
A little toddler had rolled out in the middle aisle. His aunt (quite prudish and a real snit) had just decided it was time to make a bathroom visit.
As she stepped out in the aisle, her toddler nephew stood up. She screamed hysterically as she realized someTHING was in the area of her posterior extremity and UNDERNEATH her dress.
The whole place went nuts.
Some things are scarier than demon films.
I don't know who was scared the most. The lady, or her nephew.
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