On Halloween night in 1996, I attended a tour of a haunted house on the University of Maine Farmington campus. The building in question was one I had never been in, decorated for the current occaision or not.
Among the numerous rooms that the group was lead through we were eventually lead to the one which was supposed to be the scariest - a mock-up of a torture chamber. This room was also equipped with strobe lights that blinked faster than ones in the average discotech. There, a cast of individuals gave a maniacal performance which normally turned the clothing one wore from clean to soiled in short order.
For me, something went wrong; terribly wrong. While the rest of the tour group went through the predictable antics of being terrified and then moved on, all I could do was stand still, unable to move, unable to speak. The flashing strobe lights had brought on a petit mal epileptic seizure which scared me more than any Halloween event. Eventually, someone helped me to a grassy area outside where I sat until I recovered and returned to my dorm room.
Were you ever scared and/or affected during Halloween?