Punishable by death, imo.Forever ago, Ju-On was playing in a local theater and I was doing a write-up on it for the DC alt weekly. So I was at home, at night, alone in my dark bedroom watching a VHS screener of of Ju-On. In the middle of the movie, one of my roommates came home--without me noticing--and immediately recognized what I was watching. So she snuck up the stairs and stood just outside my bedroom door and starting making the goddamned Onryo croaking/death-rattle noise and it scared the shit out of me and I screamed and she laughed and that's the story.