I can remember seeing this as a small child, Sitting downstairs alone in my grandmother's house in Hull with the night outside as black as pitch. I remember sitting there thinking I was watching this film because I loved horror films so much. But during this scene and a few others I felt it was too much . Too much. The murmuring, the lascivious laughter, the crying child, the shadows shifting on the wall creating the sense of a face in the patterns, the sense of bed covers being no protection. I honestly don't believe any film before or since has been able to capture the sense of dread and horror as Robert Wise and the whole cast and crew does here. And it forces us to become the troubled Eleanor Vance with all her vulnerability by hearing her thoughts as if they are our own. And this from the man who directed The Sound of Music.