A Poetic Fallacy APF

To you, as a reader, What is true Horror? Do you feel any authentic, 'real' fear when watching or reading a frightening moment? No matter how well an author paints a vivid image in your imagination, You will always be protected by the abysmal veil of being 'just an observer'. No matter how fast you run away from a dark room to under the cover of your blanket. No matter how 'afraid' you are , you will always remind yourself that the scary movie you have watched or the scary book you have just read are all just make-believe, a part of your imagination, 'FAKE'. No matter how 'immersed' you are, you will always know, in the depths of your psyche and the very crevices of your mind that it was all , just 'fake'. So. What happens when you tear down that wall between you and your imagination. When you RIP off that veil of protection? When you step into the role of the protagonist, will you bask in the adrenaline born from the desire to survive? Or will you succumb to the very weight of your cowardice and disappear into nothing but only a lost and found poster, the subject of a police investigation or just a grief filled albeit fleeting memory?