Took Mum to see Signs tonight. She went mostly for the Mel-ness (side note: ewww...), but was thoroughly terrified by the movie. And Faya, who hasn't even seen it, jumped three feet in the air when, coming home from getting her slurpie, we heard something moving in the yard (which turned out to be a squirrel, apparently, but I'm skeptical). And I'm back to keeping water next to my elbow at all times.
Signs: the movie that just doesn't quit (creeping you out).