That Dare 2

The scarlet liquid continued to pour out of the door as the two children punched the door in despair. "Chris, Chris!" they cried like a stuck record. Slowly the shining, silver door handle turned. Then a creak. Then a thud. Then it opened.
Chris looked terrified. He was alive, but covered in red. "I.. I went to wash my hands, but.." Then he shuddered. "I don't think this is cherryade.." he muttered. He walked out of the room and into his friends arms. Shivering and cowering. Both Darren and Amy escorted their friend back to their camp. No one said a word. Hearts were racing and skin was crawling. Chattering teeth and shaking hands. As if a cold breeze had blown through the manor. But they then stopped at the door.
"TURN BACK OR SUFFER." was smeared across the door in red, just like it was on the sign Darren had saw before entering. Trying to lighten the mood, Amy spoke. "Come on guys! It's probably some stupid morons trying to scare us!" she beamed. Chris was agreeing, but Darren not to sure. Often he felt like something was there. Watching. Waiting. But never found. Chris then went forward and grabbed the door handle to turn it, but it fell off in his hand. Spiders then crawled out from where the handle was and all over the door. Arachnophobia got the better of Amy as she dashed to the door, screaming and crying.
Using all her strength, she pulled and pulled on the door. It didn't budge. "No NO! Open! I WANNA GO HOME!" she cried. The boys turned the corner to comfort her, but the room went dark. Dark as night. Closing eyes wouldn't have made a difference.
A voice then bellowed "Nothing can hear you scream!" with a fearsome roar to follow it, along with another scream. Amy's scream.
The lights flashed on. The walls now darker. The floor dustier. Quickly glancing at each other, they both ran to where Amy was. But their eyes fell on nothing. Amy wasn't there. No one was there. Instead, a piece of paper imprinted with a question mark. Again, a deep crimson red. "Children dare enter? How stupid they must be!" said a voice again. This time no roar, but a wicked laugh. Then Amy's cry lingered in the halls once more. "Huh..? No! Not that.. No!" she cried. The boys then looking to the left, a painted picture of Amy hung. Her eyes dark and her skin dead pale. Blood gently dripping from the frame.