Until recently, I thought I had what it takes to survive a horror film; I don’t answer the phone when I’m home alone, and I never go into a dark room if there seems to be no apparent reason for its lights not to work. However, The Darkness, a seasonal haunted house in Soulard, showed me otherwise. When chased by a man wielding a chainsaw, I will run to the nearest corner, curl up and unsuccessfully hide.