Yes, yes, yes. I am a total chicken and I am easily freaked out. I hate to be scared. The meanest thing you could possibly do to me is jump out at me. Not funny. I can't fathom why people go to haunted houses and pay good money to be stalked by people dressed like axe murderers. How is that entertaining?
One of my first irrationally scary experiences was in third grade when my best friend told me a story about getting into bed and having her ankles grabbed by something, but when her Dad came into her room there was nothing under the bed. I took this as gospel truth (rather than mean, sadistic friend messing with me) and altered my bedtime routine for decades. I might still be doing it if I didn't have a platform bed with drawers filling the underneath space.
For no particular reason (other than being a total scaredy-cat), I would NOT go into the basement of my childhood home by myself after dark. I'd get all creeped out and shivery and almost start to cry and have to RUN out as fast as I could. Now that I'm a homeowner I can do it in my own house, but to this day I get chills if I have to go into my parents' basement at night
So, as a life-long wimp, you have good reason to question this next part. The summer I was 13, I stayed up late with a friend and watched "The Exorcist" on TV. This was before video tapes. Heck, this was before cable. Channel 38 was one of the six channels we got, and it ran a great program called "The Movie Loft". They played all kinds of un-cut movies that you couldn't see anywhere else. If there was a movie you were too young to see in the theater when it come out, chances were you'd eventually see it on the Movie Loft. So for some reason, I got it in my head that I wanted to see the Exorcist even though I HATE SCARY THINGS. Big mistake.
Okay, so now I'm totally creeped out. Thankfully it's daylight. I wrote this post in the morning before work so I could have all day to recover. Wish me luck at bedtime.