I’m so glad to hear that I’m not the only ‘fraidy cat. The last time I was in a Halloween haunted house I was in my mid 20’s. It was a walk-through, and about halfway through I became terrified to the point of being unable to move. I backed into a corner and lost sight of my sister. As the line slowly moved past, I grasped a little boy’s shoulders and followed him out, holding him like a shield. When I got out I quickly let go before his mother saw me. When I found my sister, I burst into tears and couldn’t stop sobbing. Never again, for any amount of money!