Scaring people runs in the family. Honestly, it's amazing I'm not a jittery, skittish mess, sitting in a shadowy corner chewing my hair.   My uncle used to take me out on the property and tell me stories of trolls eating innocent hikers (see where I'm going with this?). He pointed to an area behind a bush (conveniently) and said: "What's over there? I think I see something."   My 7 year old self stayed put, mortified when he started screaming behind the bush. He emerged, blood all over his