Haunted Houses

Ever since I was 12, I was absolutely obsessed with being scared, watching scary movies, popping out and scaring people, telling scary stories to scare my friends, etc. On Friday, I went to a haunted house on a date, and I hated it! I could not wait to get out. I was clinging to my date like a baby (not because I wanted to - I needed to) and laughing hysterically because I didn't know what else to do. Does becoming a chicken mean turning into a grownup?  Just imagine this guy following you down a dark, quiet hallway and you not noticing until he taps you on the shoulder...