haunted houses

Every time the cold, windy holiday called Halloween rolls around people start talking about Haunted Houses. I hate haunted houses. Why do people enjoy being scared? Why do people enjoy feeling like they are stuck in a small, dark area they cannot escape from? I do not get it. People say, “oh, I just love the thrill!” Nope! Not me. I would rather just stay home, eat my trick or treat candy, and watch Casper, the friendly ghost. And to think that people pay money! They pay money to almost pee their pants in front of all their friends. Maybe I am just a overly sensitive, scared girl. Or maybe not. I hear all the other girls screaming; I see them jump and hold onto the closest guy to them. I must not be the only scared one. Everyone is scared, but everyone continues to return. They return back to the freaky monsters jumping out to grab you, back to the fake blood, back to the screaming, and back to paying money to get it! I simply do not understand their insanity.