I held it at arm's length. Then I let the bell pull go, and somewhere deep within the old house a distant bell rang. The House had sinister rumours surrounding it. Some said it was Death's Door itself.
When the quiet aged man answered some time later, he just chuckled at my Halloween costume.
"I've got a Knock Knock joke for you." he sighed, "Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"DEATH…"
"Death wh…"
It seems HE doesn't like being disturbed, but does have a sense of humour.
There is an audio version of this story at
https://audioboom.com/posts/1066283-audiomo-18th-november-a-real-horror-story-at-death-s-door
I do all sorts of things. Mostly badly. Mostly better than others. I tell stories. Occasionally, I lie.
I held it at arm's length.