The ghosts of Walter's victims that chased you around were freaky.
The twins were freaky.
The giant version Eileen's head being in one of the hospital rooms was freaky.
Walter was freaky.
But the windows shaking? The cracks in the walls? The fingers coming out of the cracks? The ghosts edging their bodies out of the cracks? In your own apartment? Takes the cake. Nothing is worse than when the safest place you could be in suddenly becomes the most dangerous. Doesn't help that I'm now out of holy candles and Saint Medallions, either.
I am very glad I did not take that doll.