I, Shelley, have never been and never plan to go to a haunted house. Or voluntarily watch a scary movie. Or ever watch a scary movie. Ever. I don’t do scary things. I don’t understand the appeal of jumping out of my skin or having nightmares. My boyfriend, on the other hand, can’t wait to see new scary movies -and re-watch his favorites. Which side do you fall on? Do you scare yourself to death at each opportunity? Or hide under the covers?