I was actually petrified of the Haunted Mansion, only the pre-show though, once I got on the ride I was just fine. You know, the part on the elevator where the lights go out and a voice shrieks and you look up and that guy is hanging?
I hated that part!
When my brother was five, as soon as we walked through the entrance gates and onto main street, one of those old-time cars that used to drive up and down main street happened to backfire. Well, he was done for the day. He was suspicious of every little thing we tried to get him to do. Every loud noise..."Was that a backfire?" My mom had to take him to the car so my dad and I could stay and watch the fireworks. That would have sent him over the edge!
He'll be turning 20 in a few weeks, and we still laugh at that story to this day. And, he has been to Disney several times since, so no permanent damage was done!