It wasn't all that scary. I was proud of myself.
Ok, maybe I was a little scared when the ghost who was foaming at the mouth popped into the little boy's tent. And when the kid with the bullethole in his head showed up. But the parts that were supposed to scare me (read as:scary woman in kitchen) didn't scare me all that much.
Nonetheless, I am still not sleeping yet.
And won't leave my room.
It's more of a deferred scared-the-poo out of me than an immediate one.