I startle very easily, so if you sneak up on me I'm apt to scream and either run or hit you. But as far as real fear... I guess the worst fright I had was actually a confirmation of sorts.

One time my first year of college I rolled over and woke up and "saw" a bearded young man standing in between mine and my roommate's bed. I looked at him for a while and then decided I was sleepy and dreaming. Then he moved. So I watched him for a while longer and he didn't do anything so I again decided I was crazy and rolled back over.

A few months later my roommate and I were talking about paranormal things and dreams and what not, and she said "Yeah one time I dreamed there was a man in here with a big beard, and it scared me."

I was like "......" We locked our door from then forward.