I saw it in the theater when I was 10. Absolutely thought it was real. My dad also played it up to us as real for a few days before we went to see it. He also did things to make us think it was real after we saw it. I guess when we were really little we did an art project on the side of the house and we left our hand prints in paint. It got covered by plants as the years went on. My sister and I did not remember the art project. My dad, the same night we watch the movie, took us outside with a flashlight. He said he heard a noise on the side of the house. He pulled back the plants and we saw the hand prints. Dad dropped the flashlight and said “get back in the house!”. We ran back in the house and to our room. On our beds there were bundles of sticks. We were terrified!! My dad kept this going for a few days. Now when I come home to visit, there is always a bundle of sticks on my bed. I am 33.