“...it was with a sense of elation that one sat in the back row of the Rialto and watched the sequence of Jane Randolph walking through Central Park at night...something...behind...her...and the concerted scream of the packed house when a bus pulls alongside the girl with a hiss of airbrakes. An optical illusion perhaps, but it seemed that the entire theater audience rose and fell in one rippling wave of fear, startled by Lewton’s use of sudden sound after silence. These were not impressionable patrons either, but hardened horror addicts who were more likely to show scorn and disdain than register any other reaction.”