This is what I dressed up as for Halloween. I did a big drinky party on Saturday, and this Wed went out with a couple of friends to visit the haunted houses/woods. We went to a couple, and this was a new experience for me. I was a bit sleep-deprived, so I was sort of hard to startle. For some of the people hiding behind corners getting ready to jump out and scare me, I was a disappointment - so much so that they followed me down the path trying to get at me. I'll give them that as being legitimately creepy. My two companions were a lot easier to get a rise out of. And I'll admit a few things made me shriek.
I found that somewhat disturbing - very much like the phenomenon of men who won't let you walk by on a street without responding to a vulgar comment. The worst was the dude who asked me if I was a "pussy-flavored-pop-tart." Dude. No. You don't know what my costume is, let it go.
The most amusing part of one was a "public health care center" offering "end of life counseling." I wonder if they have that bit in blue states. And they had to change the death panel sign after a while, I'm sure.
I left feeling like I was made of stone, a Halloween grinch. There are things that creep me out, but they tend to be slow to burn. I have a very hard time with wind storms. And almost every time I've come across a snake in the wild, it's made me shriek. Embarrassingly, when camping, I listen very carefully for the bears that are surely coming to eat my marshmallows.