Not only did they thrust me forward with what felt like a double-handed push to my back (creepier than it sounds, trust me). When a flock of ravens flew out from some dark corner in the monastery, the footrests starting flicking at my ankles.

Even if I closed my eyes to avoid facing the terrifying scenes on screen, I definitely felt every shock, drop and fall. As well as every knock on every dodgy-looking door.

The surround sound had my head spinning 180°, too (you’ll know the bit when you get to it).

So, after 90 fright-filled minutes, did this immersive cinema cure my fear of horror movies?

Thoroughly shaken, both mentally and physically, I somehow made it to the end of the film without cutting off my friend’s blood circulation.

Chucking myself right in the middle of the action definitely made the movie more of an experience – almost like the best ride you’d go on at Universal Studios.

I’m not at all convinced my survival instinct was anywhere to be found, but though I left with a higher heart rate, I realised I wasn’t as creeped out as I normally would be by horror films.

The shadow of my dressing gown on my hook still looks suspiciously like the silhouette of a nun, but I’m not so cautious about every movement seen out of the corner of my eye. Turns out the immersion makes fear a lot more fun.

I went to an immersive cinema to get over my fear of scary movies and this is what happened