My sister and I were taken to a haunted maze durring Halloween one year by our Aunt. We were around 7 or 8. Let me tell ya, we got so lost, so scared due to the pitch blackness, tight spaces, and dead ends, that I actually told my sister that I loved her while I was crying. We weren't really close like that so me saying that to her was a big deal. I legitimately thought I was never getting out of there. We finally found the exit and my aunt thought we were laughing and having fun until we got closer and she saw that we had been crying. I'm 28 now and looking back at my childhood, I don't think I've been more irrationally scared of anything other than that night.