Went to see The Sixth Sense when it first came out with my wife. Had just moved into our new house, and my wife was pretty shaky when we came home. We didn't have kids at this point. She insisted that I go through all of the rooms in the house to check for... who knows what. Being a dutiful husband, I eyerollingly went through all of the bedrooms, and was finishing up in the guest bathroom. The door was ajar, and I pushed it open... and heard, right next to my head, the loudest, most blood-curdling scream ever.
Turns out that the cat was behind the door and somehow had its tail in the jamb-- and when I opened it, it got pinched.