Spending a Tuesday evening being chased by a chainsaw-wielding lunatic around a farm in the depths of West Lancashire might not seem them obvious idea of fun.
But when you know that there isn’t actually any real danger about you becoming a lampshade or the filling of a pie any time soon (at least, in the sane part of my brain), the terror fast becomes, dare I say it, fun.
So what is it that we enjoy so much about being scared witless?
Why do we hand over our hard-earned money, often for up to £25 a pop to enter these “scare attractions”, for us to turn into quivering wrecks just for the sheer hell of it?
There’s the adrenaline for one. To quote a favourite Hallowe’en musical of mine - it makes you shudder with antici.........wait for it....pation.
Even before we had reached the Farmaggedon attraction on Tuesday night, me and the group of seven other fear fanatics I had carted along for moral support had worked ourselves up in to a frenzy merely thinking about what lay ahead.
Heck, I even jumped out of my skin on hearing a toilet roll holder fly open at work - what a softy.
But Hallowe’en is my favourite time of year - there’s a reason I chose to adopt a black cat you know.
Sure, Christmas is all well and good but give me a witches brew over a Snowball any day and save your fruit cake, I’ll take a slice of parkin.
So arm in arm with the girls, and making sure the boys were at both ends of the line (no one want to be at the front and everyone knows the last is the one that gets picked off first!) we entered the first of the three spooky houses.
What a riot we had.
Through the screams, a few choice words and nail biting, were genuine belly laughs - mostly about how ridiculous we were all behaving.
We knew the zombies, evil nurses, creepy clowns and unfortunate hostages pleading for our help, were simply actors but it didn’t make them seem an less real at the time.
And as we wandered around the set before heading home, we even garnered enough courage for a selfie with the ghouls.
Some say Brits have become Americanised by ‘celebrating’ Hallowe’en but when it means sharing an experience and a laugh with friends, I say, pass me a pumpkin and a witch’s hat.