Halloween

I have an extremely active imagination. Especially when it comes to the macabre. I enjoy a good fright every now and then. I love old time horror films. I do not like slasher movies or anything gory. I do like psychological thrillers. But if you really want to scare me, make me go to a haunted house on or near Halloween. It doesn't matter if it is meant for children or adults. I will be terrified. I just don't go anymore because since having children, I am in constant fear of doing something very embarassing if I am frightened.
In college, while my husband (then boyfriend) was on his mission, I went to a haunted house with my roommate, her boyfriend and some other friends. This attraction was held at the local firefighter's training camp in a building they used to practice putting out fires. They teamed up with a sorority to create the "Tower of Terror." After waiting in line for ages we finally made it to the top of the tower and the entrance.
Within seconds of entering, I shut my eyes and clung to Misty's arm. She was clutching Ty's arm, and he was dragging the two of us through the terror. I only occasionally opened my eyes, too frightened to see what was happening around me. The screaming told me enough. (By the way, I didn't actually have to see anything to be induced into a high pitched scream of my own.) Finally we stopped and I didn't hear anything. I felt it okay to open my eyes. We were in a pitch black room. You couldn't see anything. Except that I could. I saw something creeping towards me on the floor. I apparantly realized this after everyone else had because in my urgency to run and hide in a corner I was digging through the masses of people who had already attempted to escape. Then it grabbed my leg. I instinctually turned and began to hit the creature that was attacking me, screaming furiously the whole time. A door opened and light filled the room. I didn't realize this. All I know is that Ty had to drag me off of this poor person and carry me out of the haunted house.
Hey! At least I defended myself. The year before I had gone with Heath and in the first room a man with a chainsaw was threatening us. When he got near me I simply wilted to the ground. Heath said that if I am ever attacked, rather than fight back I would probably just prostrate myself on the ground and beg for the assailant to just go ahead and kill me. Get it over with.
My imagination is very active.
A couple of years later, my BFF Kelly and I were watching horror movies in her dorm room. It was summer and we were camp assistants for the dorms. It was our custom to watch movies and work ourselves into a state of absolute terror, then laugh at ourselves when we realized how stupid we were. Suddenly Kelly froze and told me in a calm, yet horrified voice to hold completely still. She said there was someone standing outside the window (she could see the shadow through the blinds). We were the only ones in the building so there shouldn't have been anyone there. She told me to hold still and she would turn out the lights. I was instructed to go hide in the bathroom once the lights were out. She slowly began to walk towards the light switch. Halfway there I couldn't contain my terror any longer and I let out an ear splitting shreik of panic. My scream encouraged her to scream as she dashed for the light. I somehow managed to land on the other side of her bed and we sat there screaming together for what seemed like hours.
When we calmed down enough to wonder what had happened we hear cackling. That was odd. We walked outside (with weapons of hangers and a baseball bat) and found Amber, the only female officer from the university police department, rolling on the sidewalk laughing. Apparently she too enjoyed scaring people out of there minds. We thought it was funny too. But only after several days of thinking about it.
I have a VERY active imagination.