I have never been the kind of person to like horror films or anything that is scary. My husband loves to go to haunted houses for fun, but I cannot stand to go. I hate being scared. My husband hides behind walls and jumps out to scare me, and I literally want to punch him. The last time he did it, I accidently knocked him out. It was just my automatic reaction to hit him with the metal pan that I had in my hand. Needless to say, I do not think that he will be scaring me again anytime soon. Because I do not like being scared, I refuse to believe the crazy horror stories that my friends try to tell me from time to time. The only thing that I have come to believe is haunted is my electric heater. It has a mind of its own. I bought it about two years ago because I noticed that our living room was a bit chillier than the rest of the house was during the winter months. I put the heater in the living room that way we can use it whenever we are going to be in there for extended periods of time. There have been about ten times now that I know I have turned the heater on, but when I go into the living room to watch TV or study, the heater is off. No one else is home, so I know that it is not my husband playing tricks on me. My husband told me the other day that the same sort of thing happened to him. He turned the heater on and left the room. When he came back, it was off. Our heater is haunted or maybe just broken, but haunted sounds cooler.