The world, at this Halloweenish time of year, seems to be divided into two groups. Those who feast on the adrenaline rush that comes from walking into a dark basement, who are first in line to see "The Green Inferno," who like to be chased by a ghoul with a saw.
And my group:
Twin Cities Horror Festival? No, thanks.
Dead-end hayride? Again, nope.
Soap Factory's Haunted Basement? Definitely nope.
Anybody want to see the new "Peanuts" movie?
I've long wondered why we're wired so differently. It can't be totally genetics, because I birthed children who can't wait to be locked into the Power Tower, Valleyfair's white-knuckle ride that drops 250 feet at up to 50 miles per hour.
I decided to explore this great divide by seeking out people who make a living studying human reactions to scary things.