An urbanization of the old "Bloody Mary" tale has Chicago's North Side terrorized by the ghost of a slave who was tortured and slathered with honey before being killed. This flick had us so shook, we didn't buy Starburst for a good 10 months. And now we won't even buy Starburys—but that's not because it sounds like Starburst, it's because they're shitty shoes.