I will say that from my experience at Halloween Horror Nights, people can be terrified of the tiniest thing. As a scareactor, I seriously don't need to do much more than start walking at some people to get them to go "NOPE" and run for the hills. I've literally caused people to sprint, trip, and faceplant simply by standing in their path when they turned around, or following them down the street while still staying about 20 yards behind them the whole time.
This reminds me of a story.
So, almost 6 years ago some friends and I decided to go to King's Dominion (a local amusement park) for FearFest (same concept). To make the trip all the more enjoyable, we got high as hell. I mean, we were high as giraffe pussy, walking around an amusement park with a punch of shitty actors in shitty costumes trying to scare us even though we knew what was up. I mean, one of the monsters was an old substitute teacher of ours*. It Rocked!
So, after riding a few rides and feeling pretty near concussed, I decided to let some friends ride another ride while I layed on a brick divider (about a foot off the ground and a foot wide), that separated a garden area from the walk way. Well, I'm laying there and a few of the actors came up trying to scare me. I being high and not feeling like putting up with it usually told them to fuck off while I continued laying there. Well, a few minutes go by and I hear some rustling in the garden area. I start saying "fuck off asshole" while rolling my head to my right and before I could even get out the "-hole" I see a skunk 3 feet from my face, lose my train of thought, and yell "Holy shit!!" instead loud enough for some young children to hear me. Luckily, their parents were understanding seeing the circumstances. Double luckily, nobody got sprayed.
So moral of the story, don't do drugs. Because the top three things you don't want to see when you're baked are police, parents, and skunks. Of course this story only deals with the latter, but details matter not with skunks.
*Funny story about that and I'll express it through dialogue.
Me: Watch, I bet someone gonna jump out when we turn the corner
every walks around corner and someone jumps out
Dude: arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh
Friend1: Don't I know you?
Me: Holy shit, that's Mr. So-and-so... he's a substitute teacher at our school.
Friend1: Dude, you ain't scary, you're a substitute teacher.
Mr. So & So: ARGGHH Not anymore I'm not.
We all laughed, found his retort witty, and at that point, he earned our respect.