Spend a night in the haunted house.
We’d been winding each other up in the pub about it; just like we did as teenagers in school but this time there was cash involved; so I’d said yes. Sleeping bag, couple of beers, that was that.
Heard a few noises but we all make funny noises when we get old; nothing to keep me awake. This morning it’s raining hard but who cares; I’m a hundred pounds better off.
I throw the sleeping bag over my head and open the back door.
“Please turn round and look at me!”