The first adult horror film my kids saw was Carrie. I warned them as we went along that it was going to get scary. They were intrigued with the story, then by the time the prom went to hell, it became apparent that I oversold the horror, because they weren't that frightened.
I know of two sleepwalking incidents when I was a teenager. Once I awoke to find myself wearing different pajamas ...the clothes I had gone to bed in were on the floor. Another time, someone had called me late. My family woke me up, or they thought they did, I went to the living room, and they handed me the phone. I listened for a minute, did not say anything, then hung up and went back to bed. I remembered nothing about it later.
For years, I've been watching Neatorama get closer to 100,000 posts. We're at 99,149 now. But another milestone has been reached. With this post, I have earned 100,000 Neatopoints!