Hellraiser and nailbiting

I've been biting my nails since I was six. Mind, I don't do it to where they're down to the quick, but they are short. I was doing it again today, and I got to thinking where it all stemmed from.

Let's go back to 1988...my mom and dad had rented Hellraiser. I was told I could not watch it and was sent to bed. Well, I was six. And I was curious. So, I snuck down the steps and watched it...right during the scene when Frank was pulled apart with the chains. I freaked out, and was thus discovered.

That was when I started biting my nails.

And Pinhead still scares the crap out of me!

Even if the movie doesn't anymore.