I wondered up to the large mauve door and rapped three times with the rusty black door knocker. The night was creeping up on me the full moon shining brightly like a silver 50 pence coin. The giant door creaked open all I could see were two bulging red eyes staring at me. I backed away down the gravely path, suddenly I fell crashing down and cutting myself badly. A cold wispy hand scooped me up and pulled me in to the horror house I turned to run but the door had closed. I never played the 'Dare Game' again.