I used to love scary stories. I still do. Whenever I get the chance, I always try to watch scary movies, though one time, after I was done watching a particularly eerie movie, I looked over towards the hallway, which has sliding class doors, and I thought I saw a figure standing there. My neck tensed and I freaked out a little. In the end, it was just a coat reflecting, but I got was so scared for at least five minutes, that it was a while before I would watch a scary movie at night again. I, of course, did. But it was a long time before I did.