My favourite
game of all time. Even as an adult, it never fails to reduce me to a helpless
pile of giggling.
The rules
are so simple that even I could understand them – you knock on someone's door,
then you run away and hide so you can watch the victim answer the door. This genius ruse results in a pissed off
homeowner left scratching their head.
In our
childish minds, the victim would never be able to figure out what was going on,
and would be forced to conclude he was dealing with some kind of ghost. In
retrospect, they almost certainly knew it was “bloody kids.” Again.
A door.
Sometimes of
course, things go wrong. But knock a door run is one of the few games on Earth
that can occasionally be improved by gross incompetence. There are two ways to
royally fuck up (improve) a game of knock a door run -
Forget to
run away, or run away too slowly, or fall over while running away, causing yourself
to be caught. You will then have to come up with a genuine reason for knocking
like “Can I use your microwave?”
Choose a
house where they're not in anyway, thus committing yourself to sitting in your
hiding place, watching a door that's never going to be answered.
Either of
these scenarios will be cause for much hilarity among the non-knocking players,
and an excuse to punch the knocking player for “being a fucking der-brain.”
I heartily
recommend this game on a Saturday afternoon when you have nothing else to do,
but take care not to target a house where they can set their dogs on you, or a
house whose owner is that weird guy who covers his windows with old newspapers.
