Every generation has a film that redefined their perception horror. One that would stir the murky depths of your most primal fears. For some, that was The Exorcist. For others, it was Jaws. For this most recent generation, it was Paranormal Activity. As for mine, it was The Blair Witch Project. Some of you reading this article may mock me for being scared pale at this film, and to that I argue that this film wasn’t just scary by the standards of 1999 cinema. For, recently, I decided to revisit the scariest film I have ever seen. A film that has forged, at my core, an irrationally visceral fear of the woods. I was curious to see if, 12 years later, this independent docu-horror could still have me looking over my shoulder as the screen flickers in the dark of my room.