I have been in exactly 2 haunted houses in my life. One was when I was pretty little maybe 8 or so with my parents. I clung to my dad for my dear life. I was horrified. I remember screaming so much my throat hurt. The moon that night was of course full, and orange-y it was like someone planned it. My dad- liked to tease and scare me- but I was panicked. I slept outside their door that night.
Then in high school I went to a bigger professional haunted house and I really do not remember much of it- other than literally kicking some actor away from me, because I was terrified.
What is the fun of being scared out of your wits?
I do not like scary movies, or mysteries. I turn every noise into some scary person or animal.
The scary is totally wasted on me.