Haunted woods

At Halloween in 2001, my boyfriend talked me into going to the haunted woods. I get scared Very easy, my boyfriend knew that but told me I would be ok and that its all fake. When we arrived at the woods, we where standing in line to pay when a guy dressed up came running after me with a chainsaw! I totally freaked out! I began running around while people laughed. My boyfriend was chasing after me telling me to stop and that it was fake. I kept running. Finally when I was out of breath I stopped. Everyone was still laughing, I was practically in tears. Again, he talked me into going back up to pay and going into the woods. Finally we payed and headed into the woods with a big group of others. Naturally, guys in costumes jumped out and scared me to death. Well, my boyfriend and I was walking when I felt someone behind me. I just figured it was my boyfriend, but when I looked over and saw that my boyfriend wasn't behind me I freaked! Then I heard my name being called in a low creaky voice. I took off running!! I couldn't handle anymore scary stuff! My boyfriend came up behind me laughing very hard saying sorry. I asked him why he was saying sorry and he told me he told a guy in a costume my name and told him to do that. I got a little mad but realized that it was halloween and its all fun and games. Towards the end of the woods, you walk into what looks like a big black tent. Inside someone had built a maze from wood and threw a black tarp over it so it was pitch black. Needless to say, my boyfriend and I where the last ones out. He kept making us go into dead ends. Once he even turned us around and started heading the wrong direction. If I had to guess how long we where in there, I would say about 10 minutes. I began to cry a little bit. Not much, just a few little tears. When we finally got out, all of our friends where standing there laughing and waiting on us. My boyfriend pulled me to the side and told me sorry for taking me there and that he felt bad. I told him I had a great time and that I just get scared easy but not to feel bad. For truth to be told, I love getting scared to death. I just get scared easy. But I never get mad over it. I always have a good time and go back for more.