And then there is the "Trenchcoat scene." As David McAll stalks Nicole through the darkened halls of her house, the score drops away. You hear only heavy breathing, the squeak of sneakers, and the thud of a knife hitting a wooden door. Silence has never been louder.
She knew it was stupid. It was probably a prank by some college kid with too much time and a copy of Photoshop 3.0. But the fear was delicious. It was a cold, clean feeling, different from the dull anxiety of high school, different from the way her stomach clenched when her father’s footsteps paused outside her door at night. Fear-1996-