You check your bag one last time to make sure you have everything you need. Satisfied you have everything, you leave your house and head toward the old house down the street. As you approach, you see a large gathering of people have arrived before you. John is at the center of the group. He notices you approaching.
"Well, well," he says. "I thought you would have chickened out."
"I expected the same from you," you say.
"The only thing that could keep me away are screams you're gonna be making when you run out of this house. That reminds me; we'll be deciding who enters through which door with a coin flip. And since I'm a nice guy, I'll let you decide," John says.
"Heads, I get the front door," you reply. John tosses the coin.