When I was little, I hid in my dad's closet and when he opened the door to get something, I jumped out and he full on grabbed me and threw me. Luckily, I landed on the bed
my friends would always try to scare my art teacher and would make scratching noises in her cabinets and once the art teacher thought they were wild animals and almost called animal control until they popped out and scared her
I'm always terrified that I'll give my grandma a heart attack because she freaks out over everything. I'll just walk in the room normally and she freaks out. I have to always make sure I'm making noise so she knows I'm coming. Problem is, her hearing is slowly going now too...
*runs into wall*
*trips on couch*
*falls on floor*
*gives up*